Someone once asked Paddy Ashdown “Why write a diary?” He replied, “So my grandchildren would know what their Grandpa did.”
My mother died from Alzheimer’s disease a couple of years ago, and by the time I finally got round to pose the questions I should have asked her years before, she was beyond replying.
For five years I thought I was writing this for myself. Now I’m not so sure ………
Sunday, June 10, 2007
A simple picture of a poppy in our garden, taken against a fence. It's the feathery beauty of the poppy flower, which only lasts a couple of days, its glorious zingy pink colour, matched against the pale grey/green colour of the fence against which it has been set which caught my eye. Mother Nature (or is it now Person Nature?), aided by the Mistress of the house to create a small patch of floral perfection.