The hammock rocked my little body gently as I woke up to the smell of slowly roasting meats and newly baked bread resting on a wooden board.
Time went so slow, like sirup pouring.
The gentle breeze brought smells from the surrounding woods to combine them with the cooking my mother prepared in her outside kitchen
“Are you awake?” she asked gently as she caught me watching her
“Here try this . . . .” And her spoon brought the heat and color of Tuscany inside me, close to my heart, while my cheeks still got pinched by the English breeze.
Time went so slow, like sirup pouring.
The gentle breeze brought smells from the surrounding woods to combine them with the cooking my mother prepared in her outside kitchen
“Are you awake?” she asked gently as she caught me watching her
“Here try this . . . .” And her spoon brought the heat and color of Tuscany inside me, close to my heart, while my cheeks still got pinched by the English breeze.