186/366: a pot of gold?

Looking back through photo albums is a pleasurable pursuit on a cold winter’s day, especially after going to my Zumba class and then enjoying a tasty lunch of home-made minestrone soup and an Italian bread fresh from my breadmaker.

In 1991 when this was taken, the garden looked so different. All the trees have grown, affording us privacy from neighbouring houses. Even the old huge pine tree next door was still providing shade.

The shed was still in its original position, and there was plenty of grass for the kids to play on, and the parents to mow. Seeing the swing set brings back fond memories of our daughters’ childhoods.

In the foreground, the bluestone wall marked our first major achievement in landscaping our property, and over twenty years later we are still pouring love, money and labour into the garden!

Is there really is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? In many ways the rainbow should be finishing right in my garden, because it is just as valuable as a pot of gold to me.

 

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