October 6th 1945 was the day my parents married, with Dad in uniform and Mum in a borrowed dress. Such were the times at the end of World War 2. They have been gone for fourteen years, but today would have been their 70th wedding anniversary. God bless them both.
Fitting then, that the purple rhododendron we transplanted over twenty years ago from their house in Mitcham to ours in Croydon, Victoria, Australia, began flowering this week.