{"id":11024,"date":"2022-10-17t15:15:39","date_gmt":"2022-10-17t15:15:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dpetrov.2create.studio\/planet\/wordpress\/reflections-afternoon-tea-in-grandmas-garden\/"},"modified":"2023-03-20t19:11:58","modified_gmt":"2023-03-20t19:11:58","slug":"reflections-afternoon-tea-in-grandmas-garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"\/\/www.getitdoneaz.com\/story\/reflections-afternoon-tea-in-grandmas-garden\/","title":{"rendered":"reflections | afternoon tea in grandma’s garden"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
at a small, quaint house in athens, georgia, i pull back a purple and green curtain and walk onto my grandmother\u2019s porch. plants everywhere. gardening tools are scattered on a shelf.\u202f blanche, my grandma\u2019s white cat, lounges in a wicker chair by the edge of the garden. it is cool and shaded here. i pet blanche\u2019s soft fur and she purrs loudly. stray strands from her back come off and float through the air, reflecting in the sunlight that pours in through the screens. her eyes squint and i can see green irises with shrunken pupils. the rays touch my skin and i feel warm.\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n
i head out of the porch into the green, lush landscape of her garden. before long, the mosquitos arrive and bite my bare skin. small red bumps begin to form on my legs, but i ignore them and walk along the stepping stones. my flip-flops smack against the hard stone and the hot ground. the grass and plants are damp with hose water, which drips off and sparkles like glitter in the bright sun.<\/p>\n\n\n