30 Pictures 30 Stories Challenge - Day 5 - Serenading the Summer

I was inspired by thisismylife's recent blogging challenge on liketu, 'The 30 Pictures 30 Stories Challenge'.

They were originally inspired by rubencress '30 day not-so ordinary ordinary items challenge' and I find both challenges a great way to encourage daily posting on hive.

This challenge is pretty open-ended; please feel free to follow my formula, or thisismylife's or rubencress' challenge structures listed in their posts linked above 🔼

The only stipulations are that you post one picture a day with a personal story attached to it for 30 days.

Write your story/anecdote to the best of your ability, and use the tag #30stories and/or the #notsoordinary tag if you're following rubencress' challenge. It is also advised to use the #challenge tag.

As I am a professional writer outside of hive blockchain, and as I only dabble as an amateur photographer, I thought I would follow thisismylife's challenge format to tell some stories and anecdotes about my strange life.

The title picture in this post just makes me yearn for summer.

It speaks to me of balmy days wasted playing Spanish-style Classical guitar riffs beneath the shade of a poplar tree, and it was to the shade of said poplar tree that I retreated after around twenty minutes of playing that rather beat-up nylon string guitar.

I'd found it buried in the back of my friend's room at the place she was working as a yoga instructor in Ibiza that summer, a relic left by a previous employee, and after a little tuning it played surprisingly nicely 😎

I can still remember I'd just learned how to play 'killing me softly' originally written by Lori Lieberman and then performed soon after by Roberta Flack,... this beautiful song was popularised in modern times by the Fugees.

I lay on a blanket in that field of flowers strumming the chord pattern until I had perfected it.

Green was the silence, wet was the light
the month of June trembled like a butterfly
and in the south dominion, from the sea and the stones,
Matilde, you traversed the midday.
_{Quote: From Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XL.}

The sea breeze did indeed take the edge off the stifling heat, and unbeknown to me, a group of visitors had just arrived to check into the boutique villa where my friend acted as a hostess as part of her job for the owners of Can Skye.

Later my friend told me that as they trundled their luggage from the car they heard my guitar playing drifting softly on the breeze and were convinced that it was music coming from the main foyer of the villa, until my friend Debi pointed to me lounging in the field, guitar resting on my belly, softly strumming to the pine trees, butterfly and warbling doves.

Lol, I guess it is the biggest 'hippie moment' I've ever experienced - lying there in the grass like a child of the 1960s breathing in the literal pollen-laden 'flower power' man 🌻

But all joking aside, it was one of those perfect days that will stay with me forever.

The guests even approached me later and thanked me for serenading them upon arrival 😂

Thanks for reading 🌿

All photos and media design used in this post are my own.
Camera: Samsung S7 Smart Phone.

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