The room small and tight; its contents so familiar they no longer speak. Outside, the distance waits with outstretched arms and enticing whispers. It’s hard to say goodbye.
There’s a story behind this wonderful Magnolia in our garden. It was planted by the previous owner in memory of her Mother who passed away. Every Spring when this plant is in full bloom, our neighbour, who knew the daughter well, has it photographed and sends the image to the daughter, who now lives in Germany. What a joy it is for us to share in this act of memory and to look after this magnificent Magnolia.
Do Daffodils smile? Poets say they do. Walking on the sidewalk yesterday I came across these. I stopped and watched them rocking to and fro in the wind. I detected an expression of glee in their yellow faces, and then I saw it – they were smiling.