Daisies for Dinah

Ah, Winter.

It has been lovely having you around but I can feel you getting ready to move on.

The sunshine is getting warmer and there is Sring on the breeze.

I collect tiny daisy blossoms from the back garden and bring them inside to the dappled light that eases through the lace curtain in my bedroom.

Using the fingernail of my thumb, I gently snip off excess stem and lie each flower on some baking paper.

Then close them up safely in my heavy encyclopaedia of spells.

Soon they will be dried and pressed and will join their fellow blossoms on this beautiful natural hemp paper to create a sweet kitty print. Her name will be Dinah of course.

It will then be framed and hung in the guest room of our new house.

Did you notice that?

Our new house?

Thats right.

This beautiful little house built the year of the moon landing, using strong Jarrah timbers, that has kept my family safe and warm for the last 14 years will soon be a part of someone else's memories.

We made the decision, it is time.

We need more room.

I need a studio.

The boys deserve a bedroom each.

Boof needs a shed for his future boat.

So this will be the last post I write in this house.

It is bitter-sweet but I recently heard a phrase that eased my hearts ache...

"Memories belong to a person, not a house".

So with that in mind and excitement in my heart, we step forward on our journey to the next chapter. 

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