"The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind.  But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions."


Chanakya (350 BC - 275 BC)





One of the delicately scented roses in the "secret garden" created by Dad beyond the climbing jasmine and rambling rose arch.  When he and Mum moved to Tiptree eleven years ago it was just a bare and muddy patch at the bottom of the garden.  I missed him particularly badly in the sunlight this evening, a time of day when once upon a time we might have wandered around enjoying all the beautiful flowers he had grown.