Sweet memories.................

 Yesterday, whilst weeding, I heard the sky lark sing.   It took me back to a field, my hand in my Grandfathers, looking up at the sky.    We watched and listened to the sky lark many many times..................

 Gramps had a small holding where he kept chicken geese and ducks.       Grannie would preserve the fruits from the orchard.    Vegetables grew in abundance.    They led a quiet life.

 It was beautiful weeding beneath the apple tree, her blossom falling like confetti.
Weeding done I decided to collect Mothers groceries and take them to her.     As I was leaving she gave me a small book.....a collection of writings she had done over the years.   I would like to share one with you.   She wrote this to my father just before he died last year.

 How dear you are, to me no one is kinder.
You would give me the moon to play with, should I want it, and it were possible.
A knight on a white charger?    A handsome prince?
No not you, something far more.
A simple man, with simple tastes, yet, something far far more.

Resolute as a heartbeat, steady as a rock.
At the helm, with fair winds to guide you,
Your goal to bring love and joy.
To me, you are a wondrous being.
That is why I will always love you...................

By Ruby 87 years young :)