The week is simply zipping by. And although for me, it’s much taken up with visiting friends, conversation with others tends to be about when I’m off – so regularly asked, that my answers sound like a countdown. This close to leaving, I have a tendency to nurture a pre-emptive nostalgia. Today in the Glebe I took a moment to walk through the garden by myself, enjoying the breathtaking bank of iris, the myriad aquilegia, the papaver… I remembered past seasons, past visits – sunshiney coffees and meals and rehearsals and birthdays and performances.
And I slipped off my shoes and walked barefoot on the warm grass, savouring the sensation and knowing that I’d remember it another time, perhaps in a city, and would savour it all over again.
Pics from Sunday night, when the Drama Group had a little 'do' to say goodbye, which turned into a session before the setting sun...
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