Sunday July 25th

Day 95

At lunch, nine of us - our weekend family core - sit under the sun umbrella on the terrace, like bumble bees purring over the oregano flowers, we bend heads to plates of fresh baked salmon,left over knobbly new potatoes and long lettuce leaves.

My brother-in-law says,

“At this time, on this day, forty years ago, we had been married for half an hour.”

In the black and white photos in their wedding album you wouldn’ t know that her shoes were red and matched his shirt. You don’t need colour to see the love in their smiles. But I think it is the colour of rubies.