Lughnasadh yesterday (in the Southern Hemisphere): a harvest festival, a time to be grateful for what we have reaped.
What, we asked ourselves, was sown six months ago, of which we now reap the harvest?
Then we remembered — six months ago he was in hospital with an infection that galloped out of control. It was a very distressing time for both of us. ‘If you weren’t knocking on the Pearly Gates,’ said our doctor afterwards, ‘You were at least standing in line.’
By now that’s far behind him.
His life — that’s a harvest we’re both grateful for!
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