THE SWING SET THAT IZZY PUT TOGETHER FOR THE GIRLS
Its raining and cool enough that I have the heater on in November. Weird, eh ? And they predict 40degrees Centigrade for the weekend. I am tucked in with a clean and sweet smelling house and ticking up a happy day. I drove to town and got some nit treatment. Checked the PO Box. I am peaceful tonight. What a blessing that is ! I admit I have been defeated by Life again – so what ?
Lets look at a memory or two.
Izzy loved taking care of the Yard and gardens. He fiddled around and mowed immaculately. I grew the wild plants. The climbing white rose and passionfruit. He grew the big tree that he hoped would provide fruit to heal my sister when she was dying from lung cancer.
Today, a sponsee of mine from 1990 killed herself in Darwin. “Took her own life” was the expression the woman who told me used.
Our verandahs are always grubby because we have so many critters who make themselves at home. The little dog Scooby still comes each day to check and see whether or not Izzy is here. Then he returns to his own home – dejected.
AND THIS IS OUR DOORBELL. WE BOUGHT IT IN ULMARRA. BEHIND IT ARE THE BANANAS AND THE CORRAL.