Farewells and Daffodils
I walked down our stairs yesterday to see my sons bags sitting, all packed and ready to go. My heart skipped a beat, had that time really come already? It seems like yesterday, that we were watching him in his ceremonial whites, as he graduated from the Royal Military College, Duntroon. I can tell you though, for all my maternal sadness, he was one young man who was ready to go. He was what Mr. H would say, 'a mighty happy chappy' because he had heard the magic words from Qantas....'You have been upgraded to Business Class'. I drove him to the airport and had him all to myself. We talked about his new home in Darwin and what he could expect. The conversation then moved onto more important matters...visits from me. I gave him a list of interests... art galleries, shopping, spas, tours of the Kimberley, Katherine Gorge, Arnham Land...just a few things. I imagine now, he is flying somewhere over the Bay of Bengal on his way to Australia. I take heart as I think of our move to Vietnam in July and the distance it is to Darwin. Far closer than where we live in England...I think he is going to see me more often than he thinks... :)
Perhaps it was the sound of birds outside my window.
They have been having a right ole time of it these past few mornings..
right in tune with all the Christmas festivities.
I then glanced out my kitchen window with coffee in hand to spy
this little bit of sunshine...on December 28th...
has Spring arrived in England??
Lastly...thru my kitchen window, I can also see our sunroom
which is closed up for the winter. On my shelf, sits a few of my old paint brushes.
I haven't touched them in years.
Maybe when we move to Vietnam, I will pick them up again...
Best wishes for a lovely day
from still sentimental in Surrey.
PS... I just realised my umbrella from India is sitting behind Patrick's bags.
My little way of staying with him. :)