|From Harry O's to Birdsview +|
|Out on the trails~|
I was very lucky to have such a good person with me, someone who said just the right thing at the right time. Words that kept me grounded & brought me back to where we were - right in the middle of the most beautiful woods imaginable, surrounded by a riot of color. No more fitting a place to honor my father's passing - could I have found. Charlotte offered to turn-back, but we'd driven a long way & there was nothing that would change. I made calls to my family - then we rode on.
|Rust of Bracken Ferns|
I'm so glad that I had called him the morning before, that we had a good conversation, me telling stories about his Great-Grandchildren & how they had inherited his "collecting" & "organizing" genes :-) We both agreed that we collect things, whether they need collecting or not! He was getting on with his day, heading out to lunch with his friend. Thankful, for all the years that my Dad was a part of my life & the wonderful memories he left in my keeping ~