Roses for Remembrance

Today was the mass for one year since Ermelinda's Dad died. At the market, the florist made me a pale pink bouquet for Eufrásia, E's Mum, and a yellow one for Ermelinda. The roses all come from Holland, seems a long way. Only the deep red ones are grown locally (in Montijo).

In extra, our star shining in the darkness, on the 12th Day of Christmas.

Gratefuls:
- a beautiful misty morning, with the sun shining through eventually, but jolly cold (for here, 2C)
- coffee with Zé Maria; well, we had coffee, he was on something stronger
- finding the inventory of our house in Sutton (now the tenants have found another house) and remembering what a loved house it is, and that family will be living in it again