Symphony In White

Calluna sat down in her upholstered red armchair by the window overlooking the lawn of acid green grass, the colour that only occurs in spring. The edges of the field were ringed with trees and shrubs weaving in and out of the fence line like a wild version of tag. Their tiny new leaves sparkling, bejewelling the branches with their gemlike green colour. The cherries a symphony in white, ever so gently scenting the breeze.

Calluna sipped her tea, a pleasant stillness resided within her and she smiled softly.

She knew she would never return home, the tears were sealed permanently with the release of the Masien horses from the stable. She sensed it before she was told it and had grieved in private, unused to leaning on others for help. Calluna knew that she didn’t fool anyone though when they stumbled across her hastily wiping away tears, gazing at them with reddened eyes.

There was a step in the downstairs hall, faint but familiar and she turned her face to the door waiting Dan and Beth’s arrival.

Like the solid, tangible change in the seasons, evident in the rose blossoms in the garden and the flowers of the grapes on the archway over the gate. Change was coming, change was unfolding, but there was a solid promise of good in it. Just like the blossoms in spring heralded fruit in July and apples in September, hope had begun to blossom in Calluna’s heart.

She smiled a her friends entered her small sitting room.

Hope of better things to come.

Hope.