Two wonderful days this weekend.
Saturday marked the first day of spring… and I saw evidence that nature has sat up and taken notice immediately.
Our iris are blooming their beautiful purple heads off… simply stunning in their short-lived but prolific blooming. The azalea is covered in buds and today I noticed the first two perfect pink flowers have opened to greet the sun. And yesterday I noticed a bird stealing a little of the fluffy white lining from my dogs coat (where there is a hole from a too enthusiastic dog play session) to line its nest… a sure sign spring is here.
There will be time enough (in this house anyway) to clear the decks for the warmer months once our bathroom renovation is complete. I’m noticing miracles outside because inside every surface is covered in a fine powdering of concrete dust. (The floor tiles wouldn’t come up without a battle… sigh)
Today, Sunday, is Fathers Day and we honour father’s everywhere.
I heard an ad on the radio during the week where a sequence of people all told what their father meant to them… things like “my Dad means there is always a backup plan when Mum says No”; and “my Dad means there is always air in the tyres and oil in the engine”; and “my Dad means the gas bottle never runs out”.
Radio advertising has a lot to answer for.
Today, I’d like to celebrate our wonderful, fantastic, unbelievable Dads by rewriting that ad to actual mean something… and I need your help.
I’d love you to leave a comment letting me know what your Dad means to you… from your heart.
My Dad means … the world to me. My Dad is always there for me, forever encourages me and always shows me how proud he is of me – no matter what. I love you Dad, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Your turn now…