The Back Steps

I was going to post this photograph sometime. Might as well be today. Once, such an often-occupied space, now sadly out of bounds. Steps leading to the back garden became an often used spot for morning cups of tea. Especially when the sun was shining. Sometimes in the company of a visitor or two. A child close by. My daughter learned to master climbing up and down steps here. Entertained her own set of friends on this concrete backdrop. I remember her and a young male compatriot sitting out there. Wearing dress-ups, each happily licking a cake batter laden wooden spoon. These steps were also a place for savouring the precious couple of hours alone while a pre-school child slumbered in the afternoon. These days, unavoidable others sit out there smoking cigarettes.