Life is for living

The last three weeks have been a reflective time around here. Since my last post we were informed that my father-in-law's cancer was far more advanced than any of us thought. Unfortunately he succumbed to it all too soon, after only being diagnosed in February. He fought with all of his considerable strength and remained dignified, at home, until the end.

The day of Paul's funeral turned from the miserable rain that had persisted for days into one of those spring days in the Southern Highlands where the air is crystal clear, the gardens ablaze with colour and a crispness in the air that makes your skin tingle. Just the kind of day we were hoping against. Why, oh why, couldn't the rain stay for one more day?

I took my little boy for a walk, obstensibly to remove him from the house, but in reality probably to help me collect my thoughts.There were gardens in bloom everywhere you looked and I turned the camera over to my six year old for a while......