Criss-crossing

I thought the sky looked lovely this morning, with all the trails cross-crossing.

Stuart was over at my late Dad’s house yesterday doing a lot of clearing of weeds and also preparing an area near my Mum’s ashes for Dad’s.  Next week we should be able to collect his ashes and put them with a gardenia to mark the spot.

Son and I sorted the kitchen at our house yesterday and boxed up things that I won’t need again before November to go over to the other house.  Lots of room in the cupboards now - and less to move later!