It’s my father’s birthday today. If he was still alive he would be 88.
And today the moving people cleared the last of the furniture from the house. I never lived here; I left home when Mum and Dad were living down the street. Helen, Fiona and Rose lived here. Jeanette, Elwyn and Tristan have all enjoyed times here at family gatherings.
This was the view from the front porch, while I waited for the men to finish packing their truck. When I looked down into the garden there was just one last lily emerging in time for Christmas. Jeanette helped Mum to plant many of these here.
The new owners take possession in a week, on the 22nd, and I will leave a gift for them, wishing them well.