Walking Milo, my trusty rescue pup, brings many joys and very occasionally sadness.
He decides daily at the bottom of our stairs, " Do we go left or right?"
If we go left, around the corner we always greet the very, very elderly gentleman at Number 21
Immaculately dressed complete with blue blazer, polished shoes and a cap he always greets us cheerily - our voices echoing in the morning mists.
Like us, he's up with the dawn, gently tending his plants, in particular his magnificent
In spring, I always hope Milo takes the "left road", for the air is sweet with
Number 21's intoxicating plant.
For Yesterday it was but an ordinary bush
Today an explosion of purple, blue and white
And Tomorrow, a mere bruised memory of a glorious past.
This morning, for the first time in weeks Milo turned left.
I was not prepared for the demolition that greeted me at Number 21.
For all that remains of yesterday's dawn friendship
is a floor and two walls ....
.... one with the remains of Damask wallpaper - the living room I am guessing.
Thank goodness I made every yesterday something of value ....
For I was not prepared for the sadness that is today ....
But I am comforted to know that every Spring that is tomorrow
Will be a happy memory of Number 21
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.
© 2012 Francesca Muir