Once upon a time there used to be a floral sun umbrella in the back garden. By a wooden table where there were never enough garden chairs for everyone. Once upon a time when there used to be sunshine you could sit under the umbrella and enjoy a cold drink and some excellent potato salad. (If you were quick enough to nail a seat.)
At some point when the rains came, the umbrella and the chairs got put away. And then at another point, the garden plants encroached further up the garden and the table disappeared. But when the sunshine came you could take an old garden chair and find a sunny, if precarious, spot. And enjoy a cold drink and some excellent potato salad.
Eventually there was nothing but garden plants. And when the sunshine came it warmed the plants and helped things grow. And whilst there wasn’t really space to put a chair you could enjoy peas fresh from the pod and raspberries.
Today it’s still all garden. Today the shining sun has brought us, amongst other delights, cabbage, broccoli, carrots, green beans, cauliflower, chard, peas in the pod, pak choi and potatoes. I know a woman who could have made an excellent potato salad with those potatoes. Even if she couldn’t sit amongst the plants and enjoy a cold drink.
Sometimes when you stand at the living room window and look out at the garden in the sunshine you might remember. A time when the rotary clothesline was tall and taut and you’d be sent rushing to get the washing at the first sight of rain. Or a winter time when there was snow on the garden table and little garden birds could be spotted scratching for grub. There was always a book on the windowsill of the Garden Birds of Ireland. If you were so inclined, you could flick through the book while you enjoyed a warm drink. And see if you can identify the birds. There’s probably an app for that now.
You remember the parts of the garden that were filled with flowers. And how the prettier ones would be lovingly cut and placed in a vase on the kitchen table. You smile when you realise that still happens.
You think there must have always been sunshine on the first and third Sundays of September. Because the curtains were drawn to stop the sun reflecting on the tv. And a voice in the corner telling you to open them the second the whistle blew. That voice is silenced now and Sundays in September have a different chime to them but the curtains still get drawn for the games. And still get opened the second the whistle blows.
There’s been plenty of sunshine the last few days. When Autumn nights should be closing in, the sun shines brightly and the nights stay warm. Too warm for some of us. And you think about how, even on nights like these, there’d still be a hot water bottle filled. And you wonder at the madness of that or if it’s something that might lie in store for you. In the nights and years to come.
And as you listen to the weather forecast tell you that the sunshine will last a few more days you think about how much the woman would have enjoyed this Indian Summer. And how the curtains would definitely be drawn on Saturday afternoon when Ireland’s Rugby World Cup adventure starts. And how at least one of the players would have some connections to us and how we’d be reminded that our uncle once played for Connacht. With a cold drink – but perhaps not some excellent potato salad – she’d enjoy it hugely. The rugby and the sunshine.
Thanks, sunshine.