On Sunday, the first anniversary of my nephew's wedding, we walk along the foot path following the canal at Tiverton.
A dog rose and its hips....already.....is summer ending so soon?
A butterfly in the hedgerow.....the colour of rosehips and sunlight on the water....
and a splashing ducking family.
We meet this barge being pulled by a pale blue-eyed horse.....
the same barge that we travelled on with my father and all our family to celebrate his 90th birthday on a bright September day in 2009.
I remember that afternoon as clearly as if it was yesterday.
Back home I make supper with my husband's tomatoes from the allotment
and the gift of fat crisp green courgettes from my sister's garden....planning a recipe inspired by our Armenian cousins.......threading my family into my day, where ever they are in the world.....always with me.... precious as butterfly wings.
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