It's been so delightful, to sit there and watch the leaves dance above my head. The orange blossoms perfume the air, and for a few minutes, it's just me and the earth.
Friday, March 21, 2008
My piece of the sky
My husband brought one of our lounge chairs from the backyard to the front yard. I've taken to finding a few minutes each day to sit on the chair under the camphor tree and gaze up at the sky.
It's been so delightful, to sit there and watch the leaves dance above my head. The orange blossoms perfume the air, and for a few minutes, it's just me and the earth.
It's been so delightful, to sit there and watch the leaves dance above my head. The orange blossoms perfume the air, and for a few minutes, it's just me and the earth.
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oh look! The sky!
It's so crappy here. Sigh. Trade places for a day?
A camphor tree! What is that like? Can you smell it as you sit under it?
I may have mentioned to you before that my parents lived in Florida for several years, and I grew to love the trees and plants that grew there.
Camphor essential oil in an astringent is my favorite remedy for hay fever. I put it on my nose and cheeks and can breathe again.
Spring comes, yes? Even in warm Florida there are precious moments outside in the chair.
Wonderful. I've never smelt orange blossoms, and there was a story in the NYT dining section on Sunday about them, calling them the smell of Heaven.
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