2 for 1?
WordPress has been playing up. It wouldn’t let me upload photo’s yesterday or this morning
I changed my mind about the story I had ready to publish for Story Telling Sunday
The prompt is up for 52 photo’s project
A strange start to the day
I think I will go out and photograph our new Town Hall for Rinda…


Lonicera
She clambers and climbs, twists and turns her way up and around the garden arch every year without fail.
I planted her for her colours and her perfume and because she takes me back to childhood memories of being with my grandfather.
He loved her too; he loved her perfume.
Honeysuckle was one of the first flowers and scents that I learned. This one is not the one that grows in the hedgerows that we would have seen. It is the perfume that takes me right back…
On our weekly journey to my aunts for Sunday lunch, at some point in the journey Grampy would wind the windows of the car down and say “ Can you smell that”
“What Grampy?” Piped up a little voice from the back seat of the Ford Pop.
“The scent of summer” he would reply.

Thank you Sian and Bella