CAFÉ OLÉ

The lavender is dry and ready to be harvested. The plant sits in the center of the garden in front of my house.  I bought little pouches so I could make sachets of potent aroma.  They are always in my lingerie drawer and sometimes in my pillowcase.   Sharing them with friends and family is a source of pleasure.  

Sitting by that garden when the afternoon sun moves to the opposite side of the street allows me to observe passersby the way I often did at many a sidewalk café.  On Independence Day, I added another bistro set for additional seating.   My friend and I used both tables for a game of  Scrabble and a cocktail.  Celebrations come in all sizes, shapes and colors.

Most of the time Josette, my canine companion, sits there with me.  Like a spoiled, only child she climbs on top of the table and makes herself quite comfortable.   She doesn’t know how to be socially distant, quite the reverse.  Her gregarious disposition and affectionate nature make social distancing impossible. 

Where are the teenagers in love?  Has the time for holding hands and dreaming of that first kiss disappeared?  Will we see it in September?  Let’s all pray that we do.  Without puppy love this world just isn’t right.  The thrill and the excitement can be enjoyed vicariously too.  Did you know love songs are now on the endangered species list?

During our Fourth of July Scrabble game, my transistor radio was tuned to WABC on the AM dial.  The songs were hits from the 1960’s and 1970’s.  I almost went looking for my Archie comic book.  It must be the lavender because the air was so terrifically nostalgic.

Yvonne A.

July 2020