I will only write about it occasionally, because that is blowing your own trumpet and kind of negates the generosity, but I am going to try to do at least one kind and gracious act every day.
I roamed 'my' territory (3 meadows and some woods) before I ran today. Then ran perhaps a little further than yesterday although I forgot my pedometer so don't know exactly how far, but probably 3.6 km. I think I pulled something though, because for a couple of hours I had a stiff time getting up and limped along like my dad once I was up. But, after helping Tim get sand to fill up the barrels all the way along our steep driveway for the anticipated snowstorm tomorrow, the pain suddenly slipped out of my body, everything worked properly again.
The portrait was not done today, but borrowed from a quilt I made for my parents' 55th anniversary, which was on 7th March 1997. They were married for almost 64 years, as my mother died in January 2006. They had 3 children, and under the applique portraits of my mum and dad, I embroidered a portrait of each family, a sort of upside-down family tree. The boys were little then, Emma and Jess teenagers in the background, and Tim looking as though he is going bald! The wall-hanging hung proudly in their little house in Cape Town until my dad died, when I brought it here to my house in Massachusetts.