The flowers in Madeira reminded me of my mother’s garden in South Africa. She loved gardening and the plants grew well for her – they really had no choice as she urged and cajoled them into growth. Indeed, they hardly dared not flourish! These were happy memories, but then, as I walked round the Museum of Sacred Art her last day flashed into my mind, unexpected and unwanted, and I felt that awful overwhelming sadness again. I wanted to see her, and talk to her. But somehow, at moments like this when I cry out, silently of course, she is with me; somehow she knows and somehow she is there.
Published by Candy Blackham
I love exploring with a camera! Over the past few years my interest in photography has grown and I enjoy sharing what I have seen on the blogsite of www.londontraveller.org Gardens and baking are also passions and share these on two different sites, listed here. View all posts by Candy Blackham