When I was younger, I used to enjoy being on the move, travelling to new places, revisiting ones I’d fallen in love with, and spending time with family and friends. These days it’s a struggle to get out of the village! I feel comfortable in the greenness and timelessness of where I live, but sometimes I must leave it, if only overnight or for a couple of days. I hate saying goodbye to the cats, my cosy bed and the study with all my books, notes and wonderful view.
While I’m away, I can’t sleep. If I’m in a city, I feel stifled by the buildings and traffic. But it is so liberating when I hear the garden call and return to the scent of honeysuckle, symphony of blooms, hum of bees and flash of a dragonfly. I love to walk down to the gate at the bottom of the garden and listen for the water in the moorings, watch the sparkles between boats, and feel the brush of a cat’s tail against my leg.
Kim M. Russell, 7th July 2019
Magaly welcomes us to the fifth Pantry of Prose with the theme ‘Away from Home’, which came to her while she was on vacation. However, she says that does not mean that we are expected to write vacation stories (unless we really wish to). So today we are writing new short stories, essays or articles in 313 words or fewer, exploring the idea of being Away from Home. Magaly also gives us the option of taking one of our old poems, which fits the week’s theme, and turning it into a new short story – we just need to mention which option we chose.
I chose to take a poem I wrote for a friend’s birthday a while back as inspiration for an autobiographical article.
When the garden calls…
the soil sings and the bees hum
in a symphony of blooms;
roots and leaves uncurl,
the seasons turn,
and the gardener knows
all’s right with the world.