Seeing the leaves change colour on the trees always makes me think of my Great Grandad. He loved Autumn, it was his favourite season. He served in the 1st world war and as kids he told us about being stung by a scorpion and how he survived being shot. We were fascinated by his stories but as an adult having learned what a brutal war it was, I know he was lucky to survive both physically and mentally. Despite his experiences, he was always a cheerful man, so full of life, determined to live life to the full. So, when I see leaves dancing in the wind and pavements scattered with beautiful colours I think of Arthur, my wonderful Great Grandad.
4 comments:
Ah, that's lovely Steph.
He was a very lovely man x
Beautifully expressed Steph and I love your leaf designs.
Thanks Anne x
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