New Tangled Tango #38

Previously

“Yes,” he said, “that’s about it. Whatever the Universe may be, however it came about, or whether there is a God or Gods – that’s all irrelevant to us sheep, who depend on fate to protect us from leaders who have morally questionable intentions.”

They both laughed.

“Here endeth the Lesson,” he said, “Would you like another cup of tea – camomile or otherwise?”

Continued

“Yes please,” she agreed, “Camomile again please. Can I look around your garden while you make it?”

“ Of course,” he said, “the patio doors are unlocked. Feel free to wander though you’ll have less room in my garden than in yours.”

Steve’s rear garden was almost diamond-shaped because of how it backed onto Victoria Park behind. One side sloped down to the Park fence, the next along the fence, then vertically back for a short distance before making a sharp turn back towards his garage. This made the garden quite narrow as it left the house, becoming quite wide about half-way down before narrowing again towards a point. The advantage of this was that it had allowed him to create some wide borders. His project, already under construction, was a raised rockery near the bottom part of the garden, behind and surrounding an ornamental pool. The pool would have a paved edge and, eventually be stocked with fish. All this he explained to Cathy after he’d brought out the teas and some biscuits.

As they sat side-by-side in the sunshine, she reached across and touched his hand.

“That was quite a mind-bending discussion – totally unexpected. I’m not quite sure what I expected really. You’re a much deeper thinker than I’d got you down for. I really enjoyed our little debate, and you were right. We do have much more in common than I’d ever have imagined. I’m sorry that I so badly under-estimated you. Do you forgive me?

“How could I not, but do you forgive me for taking so long to catch up with you?”

She laughed, “As you just said, ‘How could I not?’”

They finished their refreshments and walked companionably around his garden. She made some suggestions about planting based on her own garden, in which she already had a pool. Soon it was time for her to leave. She’d enjoyed their afternoon very much, and told him so.

“Will you be going to the Social Dance tonight? He asked.

“Oh, Yes,” she confirmed, “Yourself?”

“Definitely,” he said, “May I claim a waltz?”

“You can probably claim a surfeit of dances,” she said, smiling, “Tony will be taking his lady friend. In fact we may not see much of him from now on because he will be taking her out more.”

“I’m glad for him.” Steve said, “I know that he’s been lonely for a long time. But, if it means that I get to dance with you more often, then I’m glad for me too.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she retorted but still smiling, “I’ll be keeping my dance card open for whoever is a better evolutionary choice.”

They went through the house to the front door. As she collected her coat, she said,

“Thank you so much for this afternoon. I’ll see you tonight.”

“I can’t wait,” he said.

As she walked back to her car, she didn’t notice Beryl Wilson in her garden watching.

Featured Photo

To sighs of relief all round, I expect, we’ve moved to less bookish grounds – in Steve’s garden. I hope that this April photo cheers you up.

They end the visit by looking forward to an evening of dancing, so I’ve featured another photograph of dancing.

EXIF data were: Fujifilm X-T4 camera plus Fujinon XF 16-55 mm f/2.8. Shutter speed was 1/1000 secs @ f/2.8 and 40.1 mm. ISO was 6400.

Author: writingandphotography0531

I am a retired local government officer. At that time, I was an IT manager and had associated responsibilities for training. I have previously been involved, in various organisations, with aspects of industrial training and management development. My hobby is photography and, until recently, hillwalking in Snowdonia. I have just written my first novel, Persephone and the Photographer, published as a Kindle eBook.

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