The Glass Half Full

 The man in the picture above was my Dad. Yes, the guy leaning on the car with his eyes shut ...my complete coolness was obviously inherited  ;~)
Dad passed away two years ago today. I'm not going to dwell on how horribly I miss him... that's a given and I know he wouldn't want me to dwell on that. I am however, going to say he was totally and completely awesome. He taught me about Monet,  Frances Hodgson Burnett , Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe . He taught me which way to plant a daffodil bulb. He taught me how to start an Austin 1500 by banging the starter motor with a wheel brace. He taught me how to make pikelets and the right way to use a shovel. He taught me that imperfection was often beautiful and that forgiveness was an art. Dad believed in "Only good days and better days" and was a "Glass half full" kind of man . He taught me how to love life and live it with passion and always treat people as if they were behaving the way they ought....even when clearly they weren't. Dad taught me by example that sometimes it's kinder to have people believe wrong about you than have the last word. He taught me how to dream and that at the end of the day , it was what I thought about myself that mattered most and not what other people thought or said about me. So much he taught, but I could fill a book and I wont. Thank you for listening.
On the weekend , I took the youngest Picket Fence Children to a place that reminded me of Dad. He loved Spring and rolling gardens, he loved ducks and Prunus blossom. It was a wordless celebration of him. These are the photo's xx

A cheerful post next week :)