today, with the evening on its way to us, me and pheobe went to the small churchyard to visit my mum's memorial stone. we cleaned it, washed it, cut the grass around it and placed several freesia's - my mum and my favourite flower.

we sat on the grass.

pheobe was there, pheobe is here and I am so blessed to know her.

I cooked risotto with chicken in marsala for our tea and we watched one of my mum's favourite films, il postino. I see the love in the film and wonder.

food, poetry, memory, life

and the music of it all....

thanks mum,


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