When my daughter looks at me before jumping out of the car to get the train and says lovingly;
“Your eyes are beautiful – like the sea…”
And leaves me smiling for the rest of the day:-) prompting
In a garden like this I get to see things changing – get to watch while they change. Never missing the intervals… the transition.
It’s one of those blustry end of August days I love so much – the wind reminds me of the sea. And in the garden the last roses, colours becoming mellow, softer.