SOMETIMES THEY ARE MORE THAN JUST CLOUDS

I was typing my Mum´s life story at 4am today. She died and left notes in a tin for me. It has taken me almost six years to be able to deal with her wonderful, wise and amusing words. At a significant point, as I was saving her hard copy onto my computer, I read one of her tender poems about the gardens and the weather...just as these stunning sunrise clouds rolled over the Mediterranean Sea outside my study window.