A week that 'twas

A cheeky daughter! 

and the shift in time. The treasures in a room behind a door from the clutter clearance to what matters. The personal treasures. A ruthless chuck in time in still. The decision made to chuck .... what still I am schtum on. 

I have surveyed what the kin started on .... I am left awhile again to my own woeful world to say goodbyes ... I have my set up in mind, the room plans and now going into the swirling movement of removals in dust clouds in a room to lay out after the toss .... 

This toss and turn in mind overdrive. The pace to come in time. The progress will settle one ... the peace that follows the turmoil all too familiar ... the dreams my daughter have that only us that are in those situations know the disturbed nightmares. We have shared much on the impact from that lack of duty of care in yet another burst of time here again ... 

The amazing experiences shared again on our own turf that left us both with faces aglow with wonder. The cheeky fun from what we find in working through the glut of time lost ....

And back to a river we used to live by. The once easy access to walk along this river too. The palette of colour in the time spent together in this area. The mossy water greens to a view from the hills and vales of shimmering gold fields to the aroma in the breeze of sweet smelling purple fields of lavender... 

The once local farm shop full of Kent sourced goodies of all manners seen again after many seasons passed when we were both younger enjoying this life lost awhile once again ...

Even though we moved just up the road ... we came back here often until the world closed in on us ...