Wishing makes it so

If I could choose my memories, if I could keep any number of moments it would be the care free evenings of watching the sun go down and the colours of the rivers change. It would be seeing the reflection of a single swan, framed in a halo of golden sunlight as the last rays of Summer gracefully dip across the horizon. That’s the kind of thing I would store, for when the time comes that I can no longer find these moments for myself and can only rely on my photographic memory to conjour what I once witnessed for real.

 

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Haruki Murakami

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Meadow Picnics

“Family; An Anchor during rough waters…”

It has taken me aaaaages to blog these photos! But I couldn’t not share them, eventually. A few weekends ago, when it was ‘The Summer That Lasted a Week’, we wandered down to the Meadow to have a family picnic. It was bliss…

We took a picnic, some cold drinks, a couple of tennis balls and the dogs, who absolutely adored a heatwave break as they jumped in and out of the lakes.

Grandma <3

It only reminded me that we should all take more time out for breaks, for appreciating what’s around us and for enjoying each other’s company without worry or stress. People were missing from the Meadow picnic, but that’s okay. Those who weren’t there in person, were there in memory. I guess that’s something we all need to be reminded of here and there too.

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