Denying her hippie beginnings was a futile battle now that the coreopsis were in full bloom. Isabella quite happily tiptoed through the flowers knowing that whilst her allergies would cripple her frolicking, there was nothing more gorgeous as fields and fields of yellow daisies as far as the eyes could see. In the words of her niece – ‘it is like all of my dreams have come true’. Antihistamines helped Isabella enjoy the dreamy haze that is coreopsis season.
It was a lovely spring morning when Isabella found the chair that someone had so carelessly and unlovingly discarded for side walk collection. It was destined for the dump if Isabella hadn’t looked out the window of the car at that very moment. The chair, a delicate arrangement of fine ironwork instantly transported Isabella to her childhood. For that moment, she was reunited with her Great Aunty Jessie. The scent of cinnamon and cloves stewing with apples, the sound of gentle humming and gleeful laughter, the discovery of the magic of crochet and the taste of hot, milky, sugary tea. Nostalgic of such a happy time, Isabella carefully collected the chair and made a happy new home for it next to those wondrous daisies. All that was missing was a crocheted chair cushion…. but not for long.
On the Granite Belt 