Playing catch up again. This series of pictures brings us right up to date though and I thought it would be fun to write more than I usually do for each of the photos like I did back here.
The story of the brick edged path. It looks lovely when the grass is not overgrown and Gav took time last week to tidy it up.
The story of the sunsets. My love affair with them. When I’m lucky enough to catch one it feeds my soul.
The story of my nighttime routine. The notebook and laptop and glasses. The cozy bedding and lamplight.
The story of my walks with Buddy and my habit of collecting conkers.
The story of these two. One hard at work the other looking on. The story of the ever-changing place that is our garden.
The story of a rainy trip home from Leeds on the bus.
The story of a new quilt in the making. How my hobbies appear to change with the seasons.
The story of a rare trip to the cinema. We went to see Star Trek and it was great.
The story of an evening walk in very hot temps for a September.
The story of tea out with her and Gav and Buddy too. We were waiting for the boys to arrive as they walked and we drove.
The story of fading beauty and light. That I see beauty in decline. It’s good to remember there are layers and layers to see when you look.
The story of a bumper crop of French beans. This was just the start of my harvest. That I take my best pottery out into the garden and revel in picking crops.
The story that I think I can still do a cartwheel! I almost fell flat on my face, my poor old wrists couldn’t hold the weight…….
The story of my joy at this scene. How perfect it was that morning that I am sad to see summer go but happy to grab one more breakfast outside.
Okay more micro stories told.