On Anzac Day I marched in the parade for the very first time. This was not something I had ever expected to do given, to my knowledge, I have no personal connection to Gallipoli. But the Spring Bay Suicide Prevention Network marches every year and so I was invited. I was given a book to place at the cenotaph in lieu of a wreath. The books are then distributed to the schools. I really want to read this one - and, Lady Jayne, I love the title.
Wilma placed flowers as she does each Anzac Day. It was all very uplifting, still a bit jingoistic and macho for my taste, but it is heartening how the community turns out in force. And then, walking home,
the pavement filled with children's chalk drawings. I haven't seen that for years. And as I walked home, I found myself singing 'Glad that I live am I...' a favourite hymn from my childhood.
Some time during the week I spotted this little beauty at the end of our street
and later it pulled up briefly outside the house. Small pleasures.