Moments to be locked

 

It's a beautiful morning in Camberley, England. Not so hot, bright sunny breezy day. It is 11.30, I am sitting in my youngest daughter’s back garden. So much green is around. She loves to track her garden. 

Blood red Lilies, rose pink, white pinkish Purple and bell shaped white flowers, all are happy, smiling. Grass is lush green. There was rain for a while yesterday afternoon.

I came here just about a week ago from Toronto. Looks like I live here, I am all set. I was a bit nervous while starting my journey. I think it's not my fault. At our age, so many things start coming up. Traveling adds up pressure. Anyway I am all settled.

There is no nearby coffee house or Plaza, like Tim Hortons and Metro, in Pickering. My daughter is working, goes at 7.30 in the morning, comes back at 5.30. She is in Private school, with longer hours. I have to manage my day on my own.

My grandkids are also working. One the youngest one is here on his uni vacations. He keeps track of me, drops me to Cafe and my daughter picks me up while coming home. That is only a subject to the availability of cars. Not every time.

We have to adjust with the available circumstances. I keep myself busy with my own other things. I go for a walk outside. It's hot in the sun. I got a corner under tall trees. I set a chair there in the back garden to enjoy my time under the shade.

I am sitting in the garden. It's so cozy beside the beautiful Lilies. Three of my four daughters are in England. They all are teachers, try to call me in between. My son also keeps calling me in between his work hours, whenever he can.  

It's around 3pm. My daughter will be here in a couple of hours. We will enjoy evening tea together. These beautiful moments will be locked up in my memory box for later to enjoy. Life is all good. No complaints.Try to value the time in hand. Life will always be good.