The Caravan:
Sits in the back garden being gobbled up by flowering vines. They crawl in a tangle up the back, one side and across the top, throwing tendrils down the front, reaching to the ground. Their profuse growth would soon obscure the front window and block the doorway if not occasionally cut back. Pink flowers bloom amongst the chaos most abundantly in the Spring and Winter months but still offer the occasional splash of pale color year round.
Sitting inside with a view out onto lush green, with various flowering bushes and trees, watching the morning washing flapping at the breeze and warmed by dappled sunlight, I corral my wandering mind back into this moment and simply appreciate.
