It will always be my home and one day I will live live there again.
Mark my words.
I am a country girl at heart.
This is not my home which is probably why after all these years my passport is still red and not blue.
Get dual citizenship they say, you can they say but my heart isn't in it so I don't.
This is a park where I used to play when I was was little. Emberton Park. I loved it and now my girls love, they ask to go there every time we go home. Grandpa took us there and with the patience of a saint he waited while they played on everysinglethingonehundredtimes! He pushed them on swings, bought ice creams, drove the car with them standing up and sticking out of the sunroof, kicked footballs, played table tennis, (not very well, in Lily's words ROFL) bought coffee so he and I could stay warm one day, hid under large trees so he and I could stay dry while they played in the rain and watched them slide out of tubes much to fast because their older sister had offered them advice and he laughed with them and at them. But most importantly, to us, he was with us. This is what we miss the most, my family. Sometimes I want to stamp my feet and shout, dammit, this sh*t is just wrong, we shouldn't be deprived of family. The girls father doesn't speak to any of his family so they don't have any cousins at all over here and they don't have that bond. grrrr.
|Table tennis after I had said no but Grandpa over ruled me.|
|Digging in the sand|
|in ground trampolone fun. this is a wonderful idea|
|oops, to fast|
|hah, we are sticking out of the car.|
|Daddy and Jeannes garden,|
|every spare minute she had she spent with Daisy and Gertie until they ate out of her hands.|
|I'm sure now they are on a strict diet.|
|This one too, she was also the egg collector.|
|Some of my favourite flowers, I call them ballerinas. I know they are really called Fuchias|
|Love these colours|
|Peonies are my all time favourite flowers and when I saw them in the garden I was in heaven|
|I will never get tired of Clifton Hills, ever. I grew up on these hills and in this river, if they both could talk. The actual hills are off to the right.|
|love this little pathway up to the hills|
|But this is what I miss the most. My family|
|all of them|
|but most of all this man|
|and my sis. Notice a little photobomber|
|this is a great photo|