Rather sad today as it would have been my mums 81st birthday, she passed away nearly 3 years ago. My dad is going to the cemetery, but since the stonemasons sent me the picture of her name on the stone, I havent been able to go there to her. Dad and I went weekly until then, and I feel rather guilty that I dont go with him now. I do feel close to my mum in my garden where we used to sit on the hammock and watch the birds in my garden. The garden is where mum is for me, and as it is quite bright and sunny today now the rain has stopped, I will spend some time thinking of mum in my garden.
I cannot bear to look at photos of her in her later years but ones of her before I was born dont have too much of an emotional effect on me. Here she is at 3,23 a year before she married dad, 10 and,17 in her pinstriped suit Love you mum xxx
I am a mother who gardens and sews. I love beautiful materials (from my French Huguenot heritage)old ships (from my 3x gt grandfather George Fisher who was a Master Mariner in Lowestoft)old Roses (a love passed on from my dear mother Betsy who was a Romany Gypsy and a great great grandfather James Funnell who was a Master Gardener )lovely old furniture (gt gt grandfather Charles Felmingham was a cabinet maker)Everything I love has been passed down through my genes.