the smell of disinfectant
and the scent of him
The great love story continues. Ervin came home from hospital yesterday. He is exhausted, weak, scarred and bruised, but home. He has pain and hiccoughs and he moans in his sleep. I hate feeling unable to magic pain away from my loved ones.
But he is just so happy to be home, to eat decent food, sit on his verandah amongst red falling leaves, feed his wild magpies, and to be loved by his grandkids, his kids and me.
Gingerbread us. Our good friend and relative Amanda Mckay made these for us one Christmas. We never ate them. We hung them up to admire and eventually ants came to them. And they are completely accurate. See: