Looking at the photograph, I remembered the first sit-down dinner at my daughter Jenny’s house. She and her boyfriend had rented a ground floor apartment that looked out on a closed courtyard. She’d tried to liven the dark enclosure with her bright geraniums, without much luck.
Now nearly thirty years later, we’re all going for another first sit-down dinner. David, Jenny’s son, has invited us for his house-warming dinner.
Funny how history can repeat itself. They too have rented a flat with a barren courtyard view. David’s boyfriend, Julian, put out two flowering lemon trees though to brighten things up.
I love the pent up feeling expressed here.
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Cool … that’s my flash fiction low key style 😉 haven’t used it in a while.
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Man, low key and high art. 🙂
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Thanks … alas … I’m late here thanking you .. bad connection as usual .. this is a wonderful compliment you paid me! 🙂
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🙂 Cheers !!! 🙂
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Talley-ho!!
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Dear Georgia,
Some things change. Some things never do. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Yes, some things change … I’m happy I could post this in time for last week’s F.F. I’m having problems connecting to internet. Some things change wish this would 😦
Ciao,
Georgia
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Well written, Georgia….
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Thanks Sue.
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A bit of a difference there, but some things alike. Well done Georgia. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Ah yes .. times change but some things never do … Thanks Suzanne. 😉
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For me, the pivot is the flowers. Love, blooming, in both scenarios. I like this story a lot. 🙂
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Thanks Annisik, yes, you’re right the pivot is blooming love 😉
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