Sunday, 18 August 2013

I walk the garden, it is early morning.   How I love the approach of autumn. Everything seems so much softer.   The shadows stretch across the lawn.   The robins are singing again, wrens twitter amongst the hedgerow.   I find myself smiling as I think of you, and yet my heart aches.    I miss you Dad.   


  1. Dearest Cheryl,
    You've been in my thoughts all summer and just this evening I was thinking about how to contact you. All my emails have disappeared since I moved house.

    Walking the garden in the freshness of a new day is healing. And I have a feeling your Dad is with you every step of the way...

    Love and Light

    1. Tku Wendy,

      Life has changed, much has happened in my life this last year.
      I intend to write here to put my thoughts and feelings down as a record for my family.
      Of course, it goes without saying you are more than welcome to read them.
      I hope you are well and happy and that life is treating you kindly.

    2. Thank you Cheryl,
      Life is still a challenge. There are happy days and struggling days. Counting my blessings helps.

      I hope the changes in your life are good ones and your dear mother is adjusting. I do not want to put anything more personal here, and please feel free to delete this after you've read it.

      I'd love to hear from you if you have time to write occasionally (