A Change on the horizon ...

... carrying on from a last private conversation with my mum in law on enquiringly how I was getting on ... The very last time I saw her ... 

Naturally intrigued how things were ... the shared silent bond of times with the men in our lives being the way they were ... 

A Time with Me and Myself ...

My music in time to enjoy while I worked on the home and played with words ... There was no knock, taps or buzzers at the door ... No parcels to take in today...

No demands on my time or comments made or misinterpretations no flirting or arguing ... In fact I would make a good experiment as in Big Brother style for one ... How you can keep amused with logs as you go about your day ... 

Mine are like talking to the wall or writing a story  ... Quietly listening ... 

Proof Reading

my work by a daughter who has surpassed my knowledge of the subject ... to be printed ... 

I have experience ...  she has both ... 

This is what is good about blogging ... It is instanteous ... Well my way of things ... Simplicity in my craft ... 

A way of knowing what reads well ... sees well and is revisited well by the popular post function ... A way of self publishing ... getting a head start of what goes down well ... 

In all my crafts ... It is the pleasure of doing and the happiness it brings all round ... The thought proving time of things ... It is the same for us all  ... Including my late husbands award winning cooking, glass painting and flower arranging ... Even his busking in latter days given pleasure to others ... 

It is now bringing it in with my hobbies and alongside a fully functioning week that used to be before life dissolved into an utter mess ... It is so tiring to function still at times ... From the overwhelming tasks that still lay ahead ... 

An evening with me

Is a familiar time now ..

And today was a real mix of past present and future ...

The paperwork to post ...  the brochure back to the funeral home tomorrow ...

The still coordination needed in my intermittant care which I will be glad to see the back of up here

And what was to be an eve ...

Of a dearth day

Hoping for the tomorrow in today with our latest loss ...

Those titles in a photo some cannot bear to see when one passes ... For us it has unusual connotations of a once vibrant life ...

• Dad with Marigold 
• Under the Gazebo
• Play in the Paddles 
• Whence one went out 
• Poopies in a Cornfield 
• Reflections in Water 
• Mellow yellow meadow 
• No Parking at Any time 
• The Old Man 
• Reflections by the River 
• Eynsford Ford in the Shade 
• By the River Darent 
• Live for it 
• Red arrow moves 
• The Clock that Was 
• A field in Shoreham 
• A village hill walk 
• The Old Cattle Bridge 
• My Foot in it 
• A lamp post in Farmingham 
• Strawberries in time