“Wait a minute,” I say to Seb as we walk down my road this morning. “I’d better take a photo of that tree for the blog now, in case the light changes or…”
“OK, my lovely,” Seb says, smiling at me.
“Oh look – there’s a pigeon up there,” I say.
“Hello pigeon,” Seb says.
“Is it a sycamore or a maple?” I say. “I can’t remember what the difference is and…”
“I’m not sure,” Seb says. He’s looking so gorgeous today in jeans and one of his grey t-shirts. He’s just showered so his hair falls in waves that graze his cheekbones.
“We used to have a beautiful sycamore tree at the parentals,” I say, as we continue walking. “It was huge: we had a treehouse up there, and it was so beautiful, but it was so badly damaged in a storm it had to be cut down. You would have loved it. Wait a minute.”
Stopping again, I take my coat off. It’s warm and sunny and the sky is cloudless and blue.
“What a beautiful day,” Seb says, putting his arm round me. “I’m so happy to be here.”
And as we make our way to a cafe for breakfast, holding hands, I think that nothing is that bad. Have my Seb and that’s the important thing. There’s a lot more treatment to get through but I’m not doing it on my own this time.
The sycamore (or maple) tree is in the attached photo.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*2013. By John Grisham. Legal thriller.
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Lovely post!
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Thank you!
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