The barbecue tasted great. The potato salad too. We sat in the garden enjoying the wine, his hand intertwined with mine. We looked into each other eyes, communicating without words. He was happy. I was happy. So were the bees and other insects around us, they zoomed tirelessly between flowers, collecting nectar. I laid my head on his shoulder, he gathered me into his arms. Together, we watched how nature works. We stayed there until late listening to the birds.


I was looking at the fire pit watching the flame. I lighted it earlier and sat in the gazebo waiting for him. He uncharacteristically late today. So, unlike him. The dinner I prepared and laid on the table turned cold, the candles had burned out. He finally came at eight looking different, haggard and somewhat worried. He sat opposite me and said he wanted a divorce. He is in love with someone else. Outside it started raining. Good. I didn’t have to water the plants.


He’s gone. Packed his bags and left. He said he was going to stay in a hotel. I found out later that he moved in with her. I watched him marched through the garden with his suitcase. He stepped on my rose bushes on the way to his car. He probably didn’t notice they were there under the blanket of snow. I closed the curtain and laid in the dark.

I stayed there for days. Sometimes weeks, lying in my bed without moving. Standing up just to get more wine. And smoke. I took up smoking again. I found out cigarettes were a good substitute for food. It filled my stomach and quieted my nerves. A good companion during those dark long lonely cold days and nights. I took the phone off the hook and disabled the doorbell. I didn’t want to hear or see anyone. I just wanted him to come back and say he made a mistake. I waited in vain.


I went outside and found out that crocuses and snowdrops had pushed through the layers of snow. A little farther, cyclamens were also putting a good show. So was the grape hyacinths.  I lower myself to the ground and fingered them. Tough little flowers. Soon Dutch irises and narcissus will be joining their efforts and the garden will be alive again with a riot of colors. I smiled for the first time in months.


24 thoughts on “Seasons”

  1. Oh. This is lovely. So… heartfelt. Especially the ‘Winter’ part when he dropped the bomb aka divorce.
    I love how you ended it with hope, though. 🙂

    Gentle suggestion: Please revisit ‘Winter’. You may have missed some words? or some letters?

    Nonetheless, I really like your vignette! You pulled it off!


    1. Yeah. My keyboard is acting up I have to punch every key with all my might in order for it to work. Time to shop for new one. I will include computer eyeglasses to the list. My multi focal is not good for short distance anything. Thanks for bringing my attention to it. Appreciate that.

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      1. My cordless keyboard does that too when I ignore the draining batteries – until it stops completely. Sometimes it makes for interesting ttyypos… 😀


      2. I bought a new notebook and keyboard today. They are still in the box. I will set it up tomorrow when I feel less tired. And yes my old keyboard is cordless and doesn’t recognize new batteries. I think early alzheirmer. It’s 7 years old.


      1. True, though I hope lessons are learned and new ways thought up to handle something like this. I read that they conducted drills for the same scenario in NYC because a lockdown is impossible there.


      2. Let’s hope for the best. Let’s hope that senseless violence and suffering of innocent people stop. Let’s hope that there will be light soon in this impending darkness. Let’s hope.

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  2. Wonderful way of expressing yourself, you have the gift. Seasons change,each one brings its good and not so good points. We survive through them hoping life would make it easier. Have a nice day. Best wishes to you from me.


  3. Summer a season of passion. Fall a time of dissolution. Winter a time covering over what has been lost. Spring a time for “Tough little flowers.” And a smile. You cover the season’s feelings successfully, I believe. Thank you!


Be memorable. Say something unforgettable.

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