then one Christmas morning, there it was.
It was such a lovely moment, that if an orchestra had started up in the background, I wouldn't have been surprised.
There is something so comforting about this quintessentially British little bird.
As I start my car, a warm smile of contentment travels from my face to my heart.
There is always an autumn poem to write or a photo to be taken, or conkers and berries to collect.
Two days, two girls and a furry companion.
Their beauty shone with the rising sun.
Lifted high on winds unseen then falling back... autumn rain
Each little step was a tearful ,joyful reminder of how far he'd come.. how far we had all come.
Laying each night in sheets of shattered glass and fading memories.
From tiny acorns mighty oak trees grow.
Research suggests that we all need at least 8 hugs a day..
For a moment I stood and looked at it, then with a smile on my face I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
the natural warmth and smell turn a long winters evening into a romantic scene from 'The Holiday'....
I still can't resist walking through puddles...
This journey had me spellbound
And there it was the 'Ivy wave'
The miracle never came... or did it?
However I soon learnt to race up to the front to avoid more bruises.