a-dish-of-stones

What would you like for your own life, Kate, if you could choose?___nything?___f course anything.___hat__ really easy, Aunty Ivy.___o on then.___ straw hat...with a bright scarlet ribbon tied around the top and a bow at the back. A tea-dress like girls used to wear, with big red poppies all over the fabric. A pair of flat, white pumps, comfortable but really pretty. A bicycle with a basket on the front. In the basket is a loaf of fresh bread, cheese, fruit oh...and a bottle of sparkly wine, you know, like posh people drink. ____ cycling down a lane. There are no lorries or cars or bicycles. No people _ just me. The sun is shining through the trees, making patterns on the ground. At the end of the lane is a gate, sort of hidden between the bushes and trees. I stop at the gate, get off the bike and wheel it into the garden.__n the garden there are flowers of all kinds, especially roses. They__e my favourite. I walk down the little path to a cottage. It__ not big, just big enough. The front door needs painting and has a little stained glass window at the top. I take the food out of the basket and go through the door. __nside, everything is clean, pretty and bright. There are vases of flowers on every surface and it smells sweet, like lemon cake. At the end of the room are French windows. They need painting too, but it doesn__ matter. I go through the French windows into a beautiful garden. Even more flowers there...and a veranda. On the veranda is an old rocking chair with patchwork cushions and next to it a little table that has an oriental tablecloth with gold tassels. I put the food on the table and pour the wine into a glass. I__ sit in the rocking chair and close my eyes and think to myself... this is my place.__rom A DISH OF STONES