You might recall my sort-of-eulogy on Day #131 about the owner of the garden I pass on a daily basis on my way to and from my son’s creche. Since then I have posted a smattering of photographs documenting the giant daisies as they slowly come into bloom.
Now, finally, the garden is in full bloom and it’s even more colourful than I remember it being previously. It’s glorious. It still makes me happy. Rest in peace.
The Feathered Rose 