So it’s all been a little blue around here lately… I know. My apologies.
Isn’t that they way of it though? When it rains it buckets down.
Of course, when it rains, even when it thunders, beautiful things sometimes happen too.
This post is about the downpours and the rainbows.
As unseasonal winter rainshowers dampened the earth here last night, a wonderful old man left this world. He was 96.
He was our neighbour here at Granite Glen for many decades, and he and his darling wife raised nine children in the house across the river from us.
Today I took some of these very roses to his wife and daughters, who were busily trying to focus on ‘what needs to be done’.
Roses always help with that, don’t you think?
A great many people will feel the ache his absence will leave. But I think of how incredible 96 years worth of life is – especially one so filled with family and love.
Such a bittersweet time, so much to remember, so much for them all to miss.
I took this photo this week. It made me smile. Dash pointed this tiny bird out to me, and my Facebook friends helped me identify it as Striated Pardalote – which doesn’t sound as pretty as this tinsel-voiced dancer was in reality.
It only stayed for about 20 seconds on this post, then was gone. But those 20 seconds were joyous. I’m so glad my son got my attention.
And the following series of images were taken of Violet and her beloved ducks.
This is the boy duck (who is BOSSY, and very pretty).
Her glorious wing colours are less obvious than her emerald-throated boyfriend.
Did I mention how much Violet adores these ducks?
So sweet, it makes me ache a little.
Animals and children.
Roses and memories.
Things to savour, don’t you think?