Okay. These are utterly and completely family photos. Taken on Mum’s front porch – where the colours are so pretty and the view so exquisite – the morning before the aunties and grandparents left for their northern homes. A small memento of their special summer together – three sisters with their mama and dada.
‘Cause you know, there comes that time in life when these moments are extra, extra special because you don’t know if you will be blessed with them again. So to all the cousins and aunties and uncles who visit here at blockaday … here they are. Enjoy :-)
I brought fresh, creamy jersey milk home from Tilba, Julian found the malt at the local store, and we whipped up a malted milk for Grandad. He loved it. I think it has become his signature drink.
Nanny’s favourite chair, favourite blanket, favourite cuppa, and her very own lily-made, summer pyjama pants. A sweet combination and just right for keeping her frail old body snug.
Sharing a giggle … something we Cottams do so well …
… and sharing the love … we do that well too.
See, we learnt from the best. Sixty seven years of love and still going strong.
And then it was time to say our goodbyes. Look how much the youngest has grown … look how much the oldest has shrunk! Oh my, ageing is such a powerful force.
Surely it was only a blink of the eye ago, that Nanny was sitting at the beach, a tall and strong woman – an indefatigable gardener, a quilter of precision, a curtain maker extraordinaire, a fabulous cook at whose crowded table all the grandchildren loved to gather – my wee babe on her lap.
Thank you so much, you wonderful sisters (and Uncle Kevin – the behind the scenes master of logistics!), for bringing us all together for this summer by the beach. It was magic.