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Sundays in my City #6

We are having a lot of quiet Sundays at home nowadays, when the most exciting thing that happens is having friends over.

We enjoy spending our holidays at home. My husband's schedule keeps him busy six days a week, from early morning until late evening so being together at home is a rarity.

My late father-in-law used to care for our garden. The roses he nurtured still grow in his absence. I love his lemon tree, now growing lavishly in the rainy season.

About two years ago he had the grass area cemented over. When I asked him why, he smiled and asked me who, after his death would have time to tend to the garden. I had no answer to that.

He passed away from our lives eight months ago, but he lives on in our hearts. I also feel that he lives on in his garden. In his roses and in his lemon tree...

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  1. Even if we travel every now and then mainly we are at home - like you. :)
    My husband is very busy during the week so it's nice just to be and relax together at the weekends.
    I blog early morning or if my husband is watching a movie I'm not interested :)

    You have nice memories in your garden...

    Have a good week ahead!

  2. Our garden was developed, nurtured and tended with great love by Urmeela who used to guide our gardener Yakob with much patience and humour. It is to her efforts and loving care that it flourishes now. Just this morning, a friend of ours who is performing a major puja in his house this evening, to which I shall go shortly, came over to pluck fresh flowers for the puja. Wherever she is, she must have been very happy.

  3. Wonderful wonderful post! You move me everytime you talk about him... the love and the memories you have for him will keep him alive in your heart forever!

  4. I love rose plants, they are so strong and can stand trial of time. I am sure the rose plant can symbolise the love your family have for him.

  5. What a nice tribute and a lovely garden as a reminder of your father-in-law.
    Happy SIMC, jj

  6. That was a lovely account of your Sunday at home and I think your father in law was quite wise to have the garden cemented over. In India it looks cool with the plants growing round it. Wouldn't get that effect over here in our dismal weather.
    Lovely tribute to him.
    Maggie X

    Nuts in May

  7. This was a very touching post. It's nice to know that you can feel his presence in the garden.


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