Empty Nester – yet still immersed in Motherhood guilt.


Yup, I did it.  At the ripe age of 53, I “rescued” a canine creature.  I have never owned a dog in my entire life, but after much debate and pondering with my hubby, we decided this may be the answer for me.

This all happened two years ago now, and Stanley has been in our life and become part of our quirky household.   I was struggling with the quiet loneliness once the kids left the Nest with Mike still working tours overseas.  The decision was made to give it a go and start by Fostering a dog to see how it worked for us.  Well of course in a short space of time I became what’s known as a “Foster Failure”.  This is actually a positive thing meaning that you’d failed at being a Foster Dog Owner, and had actually decided to adopt the pooch.

He really has been a bit of dream dog for us.  No whining, no barking at every little thing, no chewing of furniture.  Just the odd bit of aggressive behaviour when on leash.  We changed his name from “Tyson” (he never answered to it anyway – and being as my husband is called Mike, we just didn’t think that would work for us) to Stanley, aka Stan-the Man, Stanners, and Stan.

The main problem with having a dog is all in my head.

The issue that I’m having with owning a dog has nothing to do with him, but instead this irrational guilt I carry. Turns out its not him, it’s me.

You see, I seem to have held on to that amazing skill I have to immerse myself in the “Motherhood Guilt” technique that I had fine-tuned over my 20-or-so years of being a full-time parent. Now I have developed the ability to put that same guilt on myself for leaving Stanley alone for a longer period of time (6-8 hours).  Yes, I know, I’ve heard all the advice before.  “He’s just a dog”,  “They just sleep anyway”, “They have no concept of time”.  But still I go round in circles worrying in my head.  Does anyone have any better advice than those listed in the previous sentence to help me get over this ridiculous issue?

Tonight, I’m enlisting my “self-talk” skills and going off to work for what may be a 7 hour shift while Mike is away working.  “You’ve got this Kim, he’s just a dog, he’ll sleep, it’s all good”, I’ll be chanting to myself.   Summer’s coming and more of this is coming, too.  I need to smarten up.  Fast.





A trip back to the Motherland

I’m working towards making this an annual thing –  getting out of Dodge in the winter I mean.  When I first came to Canada, I heard of the term “Snow-birders”.  For my non-Canadian readers, this means – as soon as the white-stuff starts falling from the sky you all flock off to warmer climates in a mass flurry of 50, 60, and 70 year olds screaming “get me outta here!!”  When I first moved to Canada in 1993 I figured I was just too young for all that  (having young kids at home) and set that thought aside.  Now at the ripe old age of 55 with no kids at home anymore,  winter creeps up on me and I find myself in search of the big yellow globe in the sky.

Last year I took off to Australia for a family wedding, and holiday.  This year, it wasn’t the warmth I was seeking so much (although U.K. is warmer generally speaking than B.C.,Canada),  I was seeking time with my wise, and wonderful older sibling who has had some hard times with his health of late, and I felt the need to be there for a few weeks.

I took off to the non-snowy country of Wales and the fabulous company of my brother Lee, his daughter India – now 19, and son Taylor, 21, both relatively unknown to me living across “The Pond” (as the Brits say).  I spent 2 weeks with Lee and his delightful kid-lings, then moved around mid-England visiting with my old high school years BFF, a couple of old night-clubbing-in-my-youth girlfriends, my Step-Brother and his family and my cousin – who I had not really spent more than a tea-time visit with in years.

The vacation was enormously therapeutic, albeit short-lived. I re-discovered how gorgeous my Motherland is.  Stunning fields upon fields, rugged and beautiful coastlines of Wales, and historically majestic buildings and structures.  I re-connected with old friends, deepened my already strong family ties with Lee, and discovered the joy of being an Auntie.

Not quite the  heat-seeking holiday I was looking for, however my soul was beautifully warmed by these ever-lasting  and deeply-rooted connections.

I guess that’s one positive about being an Empty Nester now.  I can take off on trips either with Mike, or solo and not worry about the kids and if they’d also like the holiday.  Or  alternatively – if we left them behind I would be worrying about Day-Care etc.  Now I just send them a postcard and bring them back an appropriate souvenir.  Having said that, a family holiday would be fabulous……..  oh, this Empty Nesting is still tough, who am I kidding?

Where will Winter 2018/2019 take me I wonder.  I’m going to put it out there for a trip to Costa Rica!  Maybe the kids will save up and come too????!


It’s a New Year, a New Day, a New Life ……..

………and I’m feeling, gooooooddd.  (in the words of many a jazz singer!)

Yes, it’s a New Year, and a time where many people make resolutions for new beginnings, achievements, goals etc.

For me this year, being the “Evolving Empty Nester” I am working on myself  and running towards how I can be the best Kim Kohan possible.  I don’t think of it as a Resolution, more of a “work in progress”.  I don’t want to just settle for the way I am now, but want to find the best Kim that I can be.

Whilst doing that, I’m putting it out there that there will be a sign showing me which direction to take with my life/career/time going forward.  Don’t get me wrong – I actually LOVE being a Server at a fabulous location and business in the Okanagan and I feel that I could quite happily go along doing what I’m doing – but feel that there is something more out there for me.  I love to train/coach people, I love to be moving at work (not sedentary), I love to be in a positive environment, I love people laughing at my jokes (or maybe they’re just humouring me, but I enjoy that anyway.)   I am great with staff and customers alike.  Now to wrap that all up into one thing and make it my own.  That’s what my goal is this year.  To find out what that bundle is!

Just to backtrack  4 sentences in the previous paragraph – yes, I feel I AM great with people!  This might sound braggy I realize – but shouldn’t we know our strengths in order to go forward?  So I wrote it – bragginess and all, hope you’re not offended.  I believe it’s important for your self-worth to realize and be proud of your abilities.

To summarise, my 2018 Goals are to keep  working on being the best possible Kim Kohan there is, and along the way – be shown how to make the money I need to have everything I desire going forward!  I am on the Cutting Edge of Evolving!  (Someone just said that to me).  Stay tuned!


The party is just beginning………

I’ve been on a bit of hiatus from my Blog for quite a while, but I recently received some words of encouragement to write again.  I was offering some of my “words of wisdom” to a friend of mine and actually, she loved what I had to say! “You should write about that on your Blog” she suggested.

So here I am.  Blogging about it.

While being on a wonderful holiday in Perth, Australia,  my Sister-In-Law left an appropriately placed informational book on the bedside table of my room in her apartment.  This publication was about moving into and through your mid-life and finding ways to deal with all that comes with that phase.

Being an “Evolving Empty Nester” I was completely open to reading this book feeling that it may assist me with my present transition in life.  My current way of thinking was teetering between “Now what?”,  “I have no idea”, “I miss my kids being at home so much”,  “I don’t want to move on”, ” I just want that time again” and finally – “I’m on the downhill slope to the end of my life”.  None of which are in anyway productive to a happy, enjoyable mid and older life.

My thought on mid-life in the past seemed to be on how my body would begin to fail in many ways – strength, appearance, and susceptibility to injury and illness, and that it was a slow downhill slope once you hit your 50’s.

But then I read the aforementioned book and developed a whole new outlook on the next “Empty Nesting” phase of my life.  This judiciously placed book was a positive guide to recovering individuality and mapping out a second life.  It made reference to time spans in our life and looking at what the reader had been able to do and achieve in that period of time.

Let’s make a positive prediction that I’m going to continue to live a pretty healthy and active lifestyle, just like I am now, and that I will be able to do anything that comes my way physically and mentally  from 54 (now) to say 85.  Then that’s still another 31 years of living ahead of me.

I then compared that upcoming 31 year time-span to another 31 year time period in my earlier life – when I was 19 to 50.  Then I contemplated all the things I had fulfilled in that time, what I had achieved, experienced, and how I’ve grown as an individual.  Let’s just put that in a super brief form – I’ve had many great jobs leading to a fun-filled career, found my wonderful husband, raised 2 amazing daughters, lived in 3 countries, rescued a dog, grown hugely as a person, and the list continues……

Slowly – a whole new realization came to me……….. I have a whole lifetime ahead of me and it’s not downhill at all!!  (Unless of course, I allow that to happen).

Doesn’t this thought seem so much more positive in comparison to my former way of thinking that the next 31 years will be a downhill decline?

Now all I have to do is sit back, stop worrying that “time is marching on”,  but just be-in-the-moment. Enjoy-life.  Stop-worrying.   I have a large expanse of time ahead of me.  Who knows what delights and experiences I have to come and how I will develop and grow as a human??

My outlook on this next phase, my “Empty Nesting” phase,  has changed towards a positive future, and that’s a great thing!

Stay tuned for my “whats coming”…….


Nineteen – or thereabouts……………………………………………………and 31 years later

Double-edged sword?



After 2 1/2 years of having “left home”, my youngest daughter is moving back to the Nest this week.

I have quite mixed feelings about this.  I will explain.

My initial reaction is of complete happiness and a warm, “snuggle-up-in-something-comfortable” feeling in my heart.  When either of our girls come home I am constantly smiling for at least the first 24 hours – normally way longer.  We will get to enjoy her wit, sarcasm, energy and love flowing through the family nest on a regular basis which is something that makes me so very happy.

Then there’s the flip side.

It’s not forever (nor should it be) and the day will come when she moves out and on with her life, so my heart will go through that aching-falling-apart all over again.

Or maybe not?  Maybe she’ll steal too many of my clothes, hair brushes and make-up, eat up all my leftovers that I was saving for a meal at work,  take my special shampoo out of the shower (that I’ll discover when I’m soaking wet and now there’s no shampoo in the shower), or steal my husbands comfy sweaters and sweat-pants and leave her “crap” all over the house and I’ll have to listen to him rant-on about it!

Somehow I think the above “cons” will be irrelevant in the end and I will be so content for her to stay as long as she likes.

However, to grow and move on -as our children should do, the time will come for her to fly the nest – again.

For the meantime though,I’ll just have fun with her here – do our goofy dancing, join her in teasing my husband about his eccentricities that we love him for, and generally just lap-up having her around.

Or maybe I’ll grow up and move on myself and come to terms with the fact that our kids need to explore and forge ahead with their own lives.  Hopefully I’ll find that thing in my life that takes away this blue feeling of being an Empty Nester that I’m still searching for.

Keep reading and I’ll keep you posted……..

The Evolving Culinary Stages of my Life – this far

Our lives evolve – we grow, we learn, we move on through the stages of life from being a child, teen, learning to “Adult”, relationships, parenthood, being an Empty Nester and then hopefully – being a Senior.  I may have missed a couple of stages in there, but generally speaking a lot of us experience these life phases.

I had this realization the other day that my world in my kitchen has also “evolved” over the times.  Let me explain…….

As a child – my main recollection about food is having to eat boiled eggs with “marmite soldiers” every-single-day for breakfast.   This may contribute to my huge dislike for the taste of eggs  (well this is what I attribute it to anyway).  However, as a child I didn’t have to plan meal choices, I just had to eat what was served up.  Looking back, maybe that was easiest stage of all, but of course I didn’t realize that at the time.

As a teenager/young adult at College it was all about trying to stretch my measly-pittance-of-a-grant money out for as long as I could.  What was the cheapest option that would make my stomach feel the fullest for the longest? This was the question I asked myself daily as I’m sure still happens for many teens and young adults now.  A Cornish Pasty was only 75 pence (yes this was a while ago), and if I got a Coke I could sit at the local pub and socialize with my peers for an hour or more for £1 – bargain!

Then I entered the food stage of my life that I enjoyed the most which was during the “relationship” phase.  Let’s hear it for Dinner Parties!  Spending my entire day off prepping food for the evenings extravaganza – mutual friends coming over, enjoying a few bevies and a yummy two or three course meal prepared by my good self.  I had no other responsibilities at the time so spending the day cooking was easily achieved.  There were catastrophe’s for sure – like the time I grabbed a packet of chocolate powder mix instead of tomato seasoning mix for Spaghetti Bolognese – not one of my masterpieces for sure.  But mostly, using the Australian Women’s Weekly cookbooks as my guide, we would thoroughly enjoy great food gatherings with good friends.  The added beauty of this wonderful stage was that my guy (now hubby) always cleaned up after me – I have always, and still do strongly dislike the cleaning-up part.

That fun and social stage was closely followed by entering into the world of Parenthood and feeding my girls whilst trying to appease their food choices, and also prepare a balanced diet to care for their growing little bodies.  As the kids got older it became increasingly more difficult getting them to eat what I’d taken my time to prepare.  The constant rejection and dislike of my cuisine led me to come to hate planning and preparing meals.

Picture this – I’d be preparing the dinner and one of our girls would say “What’s for Dinner Mom?” to which I would answer with excitement “Thai Chicken” or whatever I was preparing at the time.  This was promptly met with groans or sulks.  At dinner, everyone sat down, and then came the long faces and scowls and crossed arms as if to say “I’m not eating this”.  This was closely followed by the stand-off between Dad and one of two said kids of – “you will sit at the table until you’ve eaten at least 1/2 of it”.  My youngest would hold out endlessly and quite happily entertain herself playing “horses” with her fingers or whatever todays game choice was.


At 16 years old, my eldest daughter was making lots of junk food choices now she had some spare work dollars and figured that this was way better than Mom’s food.  One day whilst at Costco I came upon what I perceived to be a great book called “Skinny Bitch” that talked about making smart and healthy food choices and was aimed at the young ladies of the world.  I quickly bought it after reading the back cover blurb, and rushed it home to Morgan with the thought that the days of her believing Twizzlers were a food group were over.  In hindsight,  if I had only read the Chapter on ‘how poorly we treated the animals of the world’ I may have saved myself the last couple of years of living with an avid Vegetarian – or should I say, Pescatarian – she ate fish.  To make my life as the home cook even more complicated, Laura was a full-on carnivore that hated fish and loved spicy food.  Needless to say her sister hated anything spicy.  The last 2 years of them both living at home was shall I say “complicated” in the cooking department.  This consequently lead to an even stronger dislike for cooking on my part.


Now in the Empty Nester stage I find life in the kitchen a little easier, and when Mike is away with his work, it is definitely the utmost easiest.  I am a super lazy cook now, and if I can make a meal that will feed us for a week, I’m happy.  The criteria being that it must have only one or two “stages” to the preparation and cooking of the meal – no more, keep it simple.  Fortunately  I also work in a fantastic restaurant where I get a discount on their meals.  Perfect, I don’t need to cook or clean up – life is good!

However, I would rather my hubby is home and with this I need to start working getting back into the “relationship” stage of my culinary career.  He is after all 99% of the time hugely appreciative of my efforts.  So I should move back into loving to hang out in the kitchen right?  Anyone got any ideas how to ease me back into this phase and out of my “lazy cooking” stage?  Help please?



Saying the right thing


I wonder sometimes if it’s just me that worries about these things – what I’m trying to say is that I’m constantly worrying about saying the right thing, especially to those I love hugely.

Here is a brief glimpse into how my life has unfolded as a parent whilst trying to communicate with my kids through the different stages of their lives: –

Baby talk  It began from birth – without even a moments thought put into it – we find ourselves immediately trying to say the right thing to our newborns in the right way, with the right tone. Your baby responds to your voice and your mood, so we say things in a soft lulling timbre to keep our newborns calm and content. ahhhh…… a peaceful happy baby = blissful times.  “Aahh, Mama loves you, goo goo, ga ga” (said in gentle lilting tone)


Having said this, one cold night whilst living in the North of Vancouver Island, my hubby was away with work and I was trying to emanate calmness through my voice to my way-over-tired-5-month-old-seemingly-unconsolable-baby.   On the outside I was trying to rock her gently and say sweet and loving words to calm her while on the inside I was yelling “go to sleep Morgan – arghhh I’m so tired!!!”  Two hours of unsuccessful appeasing efforts later,  I called my neighbour who came to my rescue by singing and rocking my baby to sleep in all of 2 minutes!  Morale of the story – you can’t fake it with your babies – they know what’s going on inside you!

Toddler talk  The word “no” can lead to an all out full on out-of-body experience for the toddler in your life. Therefore we find different ways to wrap that word “no” using distraction, bargaining, and also offering options. But we change what we really want to say “no, of course you can’t jump off that 30 foot bridge to see if you can fly” to something that will lead to the type of behaviour we would like to see from our kids – for example, by instead saying “here’s a super-cool-Superman-rock-wall you can jump off!.


I certainly remember an all-out-throw yourself on the floor-melt-down in the grocery store by one of my girls where I was heard uttering “just you wait until I see your Mother and tell her about your behaviour!”  This I believe was said more for the benefit of the judgemental shoppers watching than my child!

Teenage talk  The teenage years turns into the walking-on-egg-shells at times. Some parents might define it as working your way through a verbal “minefield”.  The majority of parents I talk to say their kid can be in their bedroom by themselves for hours and then come out and just grunt – this making trying to have a conversation to get a peek into your child’s life akin to stepping into a full-on battlefield.  Some parents try to talk in what they think is their teenagers’  language saying things like “s’up bro“.   This just leads to the rolling of the eyes depicting acute embarrassment of your son/daughter.  It’s a tricky stage for sure.

A troubled teen peers through his hair.

There was a period of several days in a row in my then 14 year old daughters’ life where she was super sarcastic and snarky with any interactions with me the week preceding Halloween.  It was so random and strange as normally she was pretty easy to get along.  So bizarre?  However, on the night of October 31st that year,  I received a frantic call from one of her friends asking me to come and help out as the police were trying to haul her off to the Drunk Tank (police confinement for those being severely intoxicated in public)  with a shot-glass-on-a-chain-necklace decorating her massively inebriated personage.

After many days and weeks of replaying the whole incident over and over in my head, I concluded that huge acting out and being basically a “nasty piece of work” attitude from my teenager,  was a prelude to doing something she knew she shouldn’t be doing.  All part of learning the life lessons of communicating with your teenager right?

I now find myself in the “Empty Nest” stage.  The afore-mentioned eldest daughter is in Toronto and I probably see her 2-3 times a year and I miss her terribly.  (We laugh about the teenage incident now).  My youngest daughter is 45 minutes away and we cross paths at least once a week and we have many texts between.  I am very cognizant of the fact that I have two very smart and independent daughters, who are now out in the big wide world living their own lives.  Therefore I am now trying diligently to not ask a million questions of them and let go of those proverbial “apron strings” whilst also trying to figure out how to end any telephone conversation so they don’t get fed up with me calling!  The fact is, that they says they love chatting to me and texting with me so I should just go with that right?  But then my brain gets going “am I overdoing it and annoying her?” and second guessing my every word with them.  I wish I could stop this inner-voice-chatter going on in my crazy head, and just listen to them when they say they love spending time and chatting with me.  Maybe in time, whilst evolving into my new stage in life I will.

For now – my girls are always on my mind and in my heart as I’m sure is the same for a lot of you out there in the “Empty Nester World”.  Maybe it’s just who I am – a worrier of “saying the right thing”. Maybe nothing will change…….. stay tuned.



3 years to Evolve into Motherhood, maybe 3 years to Evolve into an Empty Nester?

1993 – here I am, a successful Front Office Manager of a 5 star hotel in Darwin, Australia, now pregnant and picturing this exciting “my heart is full” change in my life that is called “motherhood”.   This was what I pictured –  move to Canada, BC – the land of Christmas trees, gorgeous scenery and a new life.  Baby snuggled in my arms as I glide back and forth in my rocking chair – my baby looking adoringly up at me and smiling.  Husband by my side bringing me cups of tea and loving our life.

I packed up our life in Darwin, and moved, 4 months pregnant to the top of Vancouver Island, B.C. ready for this dream to become a reality.

Zooming ahead a year and my reality was quite different.  My hubby was away with his work more often than not; we had a beautiful, healthy baby girl that I couldn’t “manage”;  I was so stressed, not coping and definitely not a natural born mother.   It seemed that I could manage a 5 Star Hotel along with approximately 30 or more staff in my department, however I was at a loss as to what to do and how to make this gorgeous baby girl happy.  Demanding/drunk/rude guests were way easier for me to handle and appease than our baby was.  I could never figure out what it was she wanted or needed – this was not the way I pictured Motherhood unfolding.

Parenthood was not getting any easier for me as the weeks of Motherhood turned into months.   I was constantly stressed with scheduling every little thing (bad idea in hindsight), I had insomnia and was constantly collapsing into tears.  By the time Morgan was 9 months old, I could picture myself walking past that Christmas-Tree-lined beach whilst my baby slept,  and sliding into the ocean on a one-way ticket out of my self-believing incapabilities.  This was not how I thought my life as a Mother would be. By the time our baby was 10 months old I was diagnosed with Depression.

As Morgan grew older my support network grew larger, (click here to read about some of those ladies) my medication seemed to be kicking in and my confidence grew as a Mother.  By the time Laura was born I had more of a handle on my “Motherhood” situation, and had started to settle into it, relax and embrace this new role in my life.

Looking back over my years as a parent, I would say that although Motherhood is an ever-evolving job through the years of our kids differing phases, it took me at least 3 years from the birth of my first child, to start to feel like I’d survive and do OK as a mother. I wouldn’t kill myself, my kids or Mike and would actually love this role, and love it – I certainly did!

Fast forward to the teenage years, and I’d like to say I “came into my own” as a Mum.  I loved this age where they were exploring their boundaries/world/life and figuring out their future-selves and paths that they would take.  Being part of this process was a wonderful thing and I’m so blessed that we came through those years with only a few small bumps in the road.  Now I have the most wonderfully solid Mother/Daughter bonds with both my girls.  Compared to the baby years, this stage of my kids’ life was easy, joyous and so much fun as I saw my years of nurturing unravel in these amazing young women who evolved to be confident, caring and loving.

I had a “lightbulb” moment last week when I realized that it took me a good 3 years to be comfortable in my role as a Mother, so maybe it would take me 3 more years to find my comfortable space as an Empty Nester?  Maybe I should not beat myself up about it and stop worrying about not having the next part of my life all planned out.  As my Grandmother used to say “all good things come to those who wait”.  Let’s hope so anyway.  I’m waiting and searching for sure.







The evolution from morning tea to brunch and caesers

“Wayne” aka Lorraine and myself “Tim” aka Kim, met up for brunch with some of our grown kids during her visit to Kelowna recently.  Those given names are special memories for us of our long friendship and our daughters’ transition to learning to pronounce our names correctly.  Thankfully, those names have lovingly remained in place although the now-young-ladies’ speech has progressed from there.

Over 20 years ago, our Friday mornings used to be spent attempting to make adult conversation whilst drinking tea and trying out our latest muffin recipe.  This would be whilst our toddlers were having “accidents” and stealing each others special “stuffies”.  Only to have our visits shortened by a much needed nap (probably for parents too), or a follow-through on a threat of leaving if the undesirable toddlers’ behaviour continued.

Fast forward 20 years and we find ourselves out for Brunch ordering Caesars for our hungover daughters whilst they relay their bar-hopping evening. Brunch ended after lots of memories and laughter with the treat of Wayne’s eldest son footing the bill with his hard-earned dollars.  Nice.

There’s something special about a friendship that lasts over so many years and life experiences,  and then still being able to just pick up where you were at your last visit over a year prior, with all the knowledge of our family members’ eccentricities locked into our memories.

I am so blessed to have had these morning tea friendships in my life.  They shaped me as a Mother, Wife, Daughter and Friend.

“Tanks Wayne”, and the rest of my “Morning Tea” crowd – Anita and Cathie.



2 and 3 years old with pantihose as bunny ears


3 and 4 years old (bit blurred sorry!)


20 and 21 years old – two gorgeous young ladies

First ever blog post – here I go!


I’m taking a blogging course right now and this post – right here, right now – is today’s assignment – yikes.

I’m feeling super reluctant to get started due to my lack of experience as a blogger and huge feelings of inadequacy as a “writer”.   The last time I wrote was on graduating high school a mere 35 years ago – and even that was a “B” not an “A”.  I don’t feel fully satisfied with my “set-up” of my blog page and feel like a cat in water on this “WordPress” blogging set-up site.  However  I was told to do this, “jump in” she said – here I am, jumping……….

Today I’m struggling with my “empty nester syndrome” with the recent end of my temporary full-house. My lovely Big Brother came to visit from the U.K. (I’m in Canada), and my eldest kid – M. came from across the country and surprised me for my birthday. Hubby was home from a tour of work overseas, and youngest kid – L . was off work and home for Easter.  So wonderful  – a Full Nest.  But it’s now empty again – apart from me and my trusty Dachshund – Stan.

Today, I’m feeling blue.  I guess my state of mind today is very relevant to my Blog Name – “The Evolving Empty Nester”, so I should really “grab the bull by the horns” as the saying goes.   I guess the whole of my life from now on is relevant and not just a day when I feel blue.  There will be ups, and there will be downs as there are in every stage of life.  But today, this is my feeling.  Maybe more of a purplish-blue feeling.

Interesting that I just wrote that, and then my next thought was to look for a photo to attach to this post and found this lovely one of myself and Big Bruv (and Stan lurking behind in the shadow) on his last day here.  M. snapped this shot of us in amongst these gorgeous purple Springtime flowers, and they are the colour of my feeling today.  They were spread out like a blanket inviting a photo opportunity to be had.  Today I noticed some of these very same flowers starting to thread their way across my garden slope and they reminded me of M. and Big Bruv and brought a smile to my face and a melancholy feeling in my heart.



Tomorrow’s another day and I will go searching for multiple shades of yellow daffodils – the colour of sunshine and brightness.

Cheers lovelies!