Oh I wonder! That soup looks delish. Your photos are always amazing!

Ha, all the best things take time...

I never get sick of it! I'm in between seasons now, I do need to be better at bridging the gap. Zucchini will go in soon!

It sure is. It's a slow process and I think I'll never NOT be in some kind of pain - that's life, right?

Oh gosh she must have been for and strong to make it that far. My Dad died at 78. She sounds like she knows her own mind, so you have to respect that as well as help her out. It's not a life for her if

If they misread the size of maps, they were absolute muppets.

It seems there is a marketable aesthetic for everything these days - people might fall for it until they grow up, like you, and realise that's not really what it's about.

My mother always did things right. Fine plates, fancy utensils, cut crystal vases. Not me. Every time I shove a heap of clothes in a drawer without folding them, I think of Mum. Luckily she can't see in

You don't need to find the right words, it's enough that you feel love enough to write 💞 the beautiful words you do. One thing I know is that we all suffer grief and loss, and it's this shared experience

It's priceless isn't it?

I'm trying to hold onto that spirit as best I can. He did, right to the end..

It definitely feels like it was more carefree back then. I feel things have changed a lot since he passed.

Yep, we all manage somehow. It's Mums birthday - can't imagine how she's waking up this morning...

I'm sorry to hear that, it sounds like you loved him so much, and he was also a good man and a good father. It's so hard missing them so much xx

Death taxes in UK are insane. I hope we avoid them here. We have before - I think it's unlikely we will see them here. Bloody hope not or my future is fucked hhaha

Agreed. The line isn't rocket science.

Having lived a 'homeless' life in the UK for a time as a new traveller, as my husband had also lived this way before he met me (and loved in an old mobile library when I met him) I always like reading,

Goodness me. I swear I mark the end of northern summer garden season when @sunscape harvests the last of the basil!

It's a lovely way to remember them too. Happy. That's the bit of Dads eulogy I couldn't read - imagining where he would be. About a month ago Dad and I were listening to music in the back living room.

I know right. Have a look at the case of Ruby Franke. That's truly nuts. But then that whole Mormon thing is bonkers before you get started.