My father was a quiet man. Often, he would sit in the garden, gazing into space, his thoughts his own. I would ask "Are you ok Dad?" My mother would swiftly reply "He is in repose"
Dad would turn his head towards her, a twinkle in his eye, and smile. Yesterday as I took photographs of the blossom on the cherry trees, I thought how much my father would have loved to see this 'little orchard'. Planted in his memory, how I wish I had planted it when he was alive.
As I walk away, I look back.........in my minds eye I could see Dad, sitting in the old deckchair, floppy hat, miles away. "You ok Dad?" "Yes........... I am in repose."