She picks flowers

The path of our daily walk is strewn with flowers. Mossy and I have always pointed out the names of the blooms that grow in abundance on our warm, happy peninsula and now Ari recites them as we wander. Here, mummy’s favourite jasmine, usually brought home in a fragrant bundle, there a hibiscus in full glory hastily plucked and pinned behind the ear. We blow on dandelions weaving gently in the summer wind before watching their gossamer petals float away on a wish.

Our wanders take us much longer than ever planned and quite often off track as our noses point us in the direction of an undiscovered frangipani tree, but that’s the way we like it.

 Our path is strewn with flowers.

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