Dad's Tree

I though today was going to be emotional because of what I had planned to do. My Dad died just over 3 months ago now and me and my sister were due to sort out my Mum's loft containing over 40 years of memories.

Our plans changed though and we spent the day clearing up inside and around the garage and repairing the flat roof. So with the help of my sister's children we worked on it all day, stopping for a lovely Sunday roast and finishing off just as it was getting dark, aching and scratched to pieces by the brambles.

The garage hasn't always been a garage, it used to be a fenced in bit of rough land that we as children called "The Square" and memories flooded back of days spent playing there in our den.

We moved to the house when I was five, it's in a quiet, dead end lane with fields to the front and side and has fantastic views. Its changed a lot over the years ... we don't get cows in the garden anymore and there are lots of trees now.

My Dad loved the garden and he loved his trees. The pic is of the large Weeping Beech tree he planted, we always used to rib him about it because it grew so big it totally obscured the views.

I miss him.