Little surprise

Throw melon innards on the compost heap and what happens? Big surprise, melons plants and dozens of pretty, yellow melon flowers and not a single bump to promise a future melon, until this morning, when I saw it, a little surprise.
I’m feeling slightly weird this morning, sort of light headed and faintly nauseous. It might be the heat.
Yesterday was the second anniversary of our nephew Marco’s premature death, so we spent some time with his parents to give them  support.

I will be telling this long winded story backwards.

After our meal, I played G’s most recently composed piece of music. G who is  Marco’s son, sings, plays guitar and piano and has inherited his father’s innate musical talent. His singing voice is so like his father’s that we almost seemed to be listening to him.

Fast backwards: I have been gently and diplomatically nagging the Titch to  send me an audio clip of him playing guitar but he is soooo tired and sooooo busy and so timid with regard to his music.  Being thirteeen during school holidays is exhausting.  
Just as I was resigned to nothing, two days ago, ping and a up comes an audio clip from the Titch in person.  He is actually trying to play like Brian May………………and he asked me to send it on to big cousin G for his opinion.
Big cousin G, (26yrs old engineer)  listened, made kind remarks and returned the courtesy by sending his own latest recording.
So, last night we listened to music, in a riunion that went a little bit beyond the usual, to include the sharing of musical passion, family connection and the perception that life really does carry on from one generation to the next, including individual traits.