Found a well shrivelled Pink Lady apple in Angela
left over from our last trip. from Shoal Bay and Kendall in May.
Here posed next to an IKEA Xmas decoration bought awhile ago on special.
Not related to these, but
www.canberratimes.com.au/story/6565926/losing-everything-...
It's such a special time when the family gathers around to help put up the Christmas tree, but without fail, they all seem to disappear when it's time to pack it all away.
One by one I take the decorations off the fake trees branches and enjoy a moment of peace despite the fact I have a big and lonely job ahead.
The quiet gives me a moment to reflect on how special our family decorations are.
Four porcelain angels each bearing the name of our children. A funny little laminated photo of my daughter covered in red glitter made for me when she was in kindergarten. Then there is the pink angel that's now rather bald that hung on my parents' Christmas tree, a special memory from my childhood home.
Each is beyond priceless to me.
As I hold them in my hands ready to wrap and put away for another year, the TV distracts me from my memories and more images of Australia's bushfire crisis fill my lounge room with the distraught faces of those who have suffered through an extraordinary new year.
If a bushfire threatened my home, I honestly thought I had everything I couldn't bear to lose on the list of what to pack up in the car and flee with.
The kids, the dogs, mementos of my father, paintings from my aunt, cards written by the children, but I never thought to grab the Christmas box...........
Found a well shrivelled Pink Lady apple in Angela
left over from our last trip. from Shoal Bay and Kendall in May.
Here posed next to an IKEA Xmas decoration bought awhile ago on special.
Not related to these, but
www.canberratimes.com.au/story/6565926/losing-everything-...
It's such a special time when the family gathers around to help put up the Christmas tree, but without fail, they all seem to disappear when it's time to pack it all away.
One by one I take the decorations off the fake trees branches and enjoy a moment of peace despite the fact I have a big and lonely job ahead.
The quiet gives me a moment to reflect on how special our family decorations are.
Four porcelain angels each bearing the name of our children. A funny little laminated photo of my daughter covered in red glitter made for me when she was in kindergarten. Then there is the pink angel that's now rather bald that hung on my parents' Christmas tree, a special memory from my childhood home.
Each is beyond priceless to me.
As I hold them in my hands ready to wrap and put away for another year, the TV distracts me from my memories and more images of Australia's bushfire crisis fill my lounge room with the distraught faces of those who have suffered through an extraordinary new year.
If a bushfire threatened my home, I honestly thought I had everything I couldn't bear to lose on the list of what to pack up in the car and flee with.
The kids, the dogs, mementos of my father, paintings from my aunt, cards written by the children, but I never thought to grab the Christmas box...........