A few years ago my eldest son and his wife rented a house in an outer suburb of Adelaide. It was made of brick and had one of those closed in back verandahs that showed the house had become too small for a growing family at one point in its history.
I loved to sit on that back verandah and gaze out of the open back door while sitting in an old, very comfortable armchair.
The photo above shows a TeeShirt on the clothesline with the usual arachnid who believes that clotheslines were put there to help them feed their family.
My son and his wife eventually decided to buy their own house and my favourite chair was discarded in the move.
I was not happy!
I loved that chair but this was not my house and not my decision to make. Such is the lot of a parent of a grown-up son.
I miss that house and that chair even though the new house is excellent. With history repeating itself, this new house is now bursting at the seams with the addition of a daughter and a son.
I love this photo as it takes me back to that house and the excitement of wedding preparations, early morning cups of coffee gazing out the door into the backyard teaming with life as all backyards usually are.
I miss sitting on that chair with a small dog on my lap thinking of what may come.
I’m not the only one who loved that chair.