The passage of time.......

Time passes quickly.........where did the years go. They are fragile....I want to protect them, wrap them in cotton wool.....keep them safe.

I wish I had a crystal ball........but perhaps I will not like what I see........ one day at a time, that is the best way.......

Mother looks amongst the foliage for fairy faces.....just like a small child......she has a childlike quality about her sometimes.........

I tell them my dreams, my hopes, my plans. They need to be involved.......

The seedheads are fragile, one touch and some tumble to the ground........new plants next year........life goes on........

The colours are beautiful.......the garden is hushed.......our footsteps are silent.......

My mother stops and takes my hand......'this is a special moment my child' and she walks on........I never fully understand my mother. She is complex...........

intelligent.....and changeable....up one moment and down the next. She always finds solace in my gardens......... that makes me happy.......

Dad is content........her happiness is always his main concern.......

The sun is going down, pretty works of art decorate the woodwork on my home.

There is a chill in the air......they will get cold, time to take them home........