​Diary of a dream – part 13

‘Doesn’t it look beautiful?’ I said as my wife and I stepped onto the terrace again, surveying the vineyard after three months’ absence. 

‘It’s a mess,’ she replied. 

‘What about the pretty little flowers?’

‘They’re weeds.’

‘And all the life? Look, it’s really alive.’

‘I’ve been bitten again.’

It’s amazing how two people who have lived together for so long can have completely different views of the same view...