One handed post

 Time is just whizzing by.  It's been over two weeks since my son and his little family returned to Brasil.

I've recovered from the sadness I always feel when they go, try to focus on the happy times we had together.  

 

                            Bernie introducing Emilia to a herd of dairy cows.

In the past couple of weeks I've had another birthday and developed a hand injury, so I am learning quickly how to use my left hand more often.  I was half way through making cucumber pickles one day when I discovered I couldn't take the top off the vinegar bottle.  Thank heavens my neighbour had to try a few times before he succeeded, so I didn't feel too foolish in asking for help.  I even had to ask someone else to open a bottle of wine for me.  Things must be serious!

I had a lovely birthday dinner celebration with one son, one daughter, one dil, 3 grand-daughters and the boyfriend of one of them, and one great-granddaughter.  Males are in short supply in my family.

At the moment we are enjoying a few fine days, a nice change after so many wet days.  Lots of rain and warm weather make for prolific vegetable gardens, lush lawns and an abundance of flowers.

At this time of year I enjoy the view from my lounge room.  I enjoy it all year round actually but the hydrangea hedge adds to my pleasure.  It's past it's best but not ready for pruning just yet.  

 My pot of colour just outside the door gives me a lift every time I see it.