Golden Kingcups

A day for helping my sister Mrs C who was sadly widowed last autumn, her man was also Gofer’s best friend. These things happen, life has many ups and downs. Gofer and Mrs C worked in the garden while I sorted out computer stuff as best I could, the late Mr C had set up their computers but had left few clues as to passwords, settings etc .
In the garden pond the kingcups or marsh marigolds glowed in the hazy sunshine.
That evening we looked through some old slides, cherished memories of morris dancing days , a rock festival and honeymoon.