This week will see something of a landmark for our daughter and her family. After six years of living in the city, they're moving a little over 10 miles closer to us, to a house in the countryside.
They've prepared well for the big day and, are at present, living in what could be a contender for the Turner Prize. A series of arrangements, consisting of stacked boxes, reels of adhesive tape and incidental groupings of small objects, missing, believed lost.
Earlier this evening, I took the opportunity to photograph the house and garden.
In six short years, so many memorable events. Major among them, the births of our three darling granddaughters. Their first steps, first words will help to warm the place for the next family.
Tomorrow I'm going to dig up a clump of pampas grass, to transplant in the new garden. I believe this particular grass originated in my maternal grandmother's garden. I could be wrong and, if I am, pampas grass is a nice thing to have in the garden anyway.