Nearly Gone - - and a Card

Now it's nearly gone I'm prepared to say that it was all very pretty.

Here are the trees at the front of our house, against a beautiful blue sky.

Okay, that's enough now. Roll on Spring!

The Communist got a Christmas card today from one of the assistants who worked with him in his chemist's shop. She sends one every year, from her, her husband and her children. We don't know her address so sadly can't let her know that he has died.

The Communist retired in 1985, age sixty-two. His shop assistant is still sending him an annual Christmas card, in 2010, twenty-five years later. It was strange to see a card addressed to both my parents after all this time. I think it says a lot about the kind of man he was.