... the damsons, the vintage conserves, the requested donations for the forthcoming Christmas Fayre's, and ideas given for an advent in reverse which I always thought brilliant. And the RSVPs. My time in gift later in the year, again.
The holly with the red, red berries in Mums garden for the memories given on the time Mum spent in the garden on my last visit with her in season change and weather dull in bright. The season of spooktacular. A breast screening appointment in the said awareness month. The harvest and season in golds, reds, greens blends into the festivities of indulgence and giving in togetherness...
One would almost be forgetting that all about me is a muddle in mess transition to blast away still in parts ... at a home that has seen better days ... and once again in flurries ...
And my hollow feelings in much in tandem along with my appreciation of all that is a little more glittery in life at times now.
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