A couple of weekends ago we went to visit some really special family friends {Bill & Cheryl} of ours to deliver their very belated birthday gifts and to have a much needed catch up.
Our visits are always too short. There’s always so much to chat about and share. I always go away feeling like we need to catch up so much more. Life often gets in the way of these best laid plans and too much time seems to go by between catch ups.
I have known these lovely people forever … nearly. I was 7 and they were 17 and my Dad was 27 when we all first met way back on the Northern Beaches in the late 70’s. There’s a magical number 10 going on there. Dad worked with Bill and they became great friends. Mum became friends with Cheryl. My brother and I loved them both lots.
A few months before my 9th birthday we left Sydney and came to live down here on the far south coast. Not all that long afterwards Bill and Cheryl also moved down … into the farm house next door to ours!
As a child it felt so good to have lovely familiar faces nearby. These people very quickly became family to me and my younger brother. Sometimes I forget that we are not actually related by blood and I’ll call them my ‘aunty’ or ‘uncle’ when I’m talking about them to other people. I get a little jolt every time I realise what I’ve said.
It’s funny, there’s a photo in an album somewhere within Bill and Cheryl’s family {I’m pretty sure it’s Bill’s sister who has the photo} that is a shot of Narrabeen Beach with one of their family members in the foreground. It’s just one of those quick shots. A photo to remember the day by, nothing more. In the background are two people. My Mum and Dad! The photo was taken before we all met so it was all just a funny coincidence that Mum and Dad happened to be on Narrabeen Beach on the same afternoon right when that photo was being taken. But it was such a lovely coincidence {not that I’m into coincidences} and is one of the many little threads of the tapestry that is our family friendship over all of the years.
Oh, nostalgia! I so love it. The connectedness and the threads that draw us together – I love that too.
To the photos …. I have always felt inspired after a wander through Cheryl’s garden. She was one of the people I leaned heavily upon when I first began gardening with our first little old house in town. I had no idea what I was doing way back then {I still have so much to learn!} and I remember the very first garden I made which was a pathetic thin strip of a thing with a few tufty, gordy looking polyanthus all in a row. Ugh! I remember Cheryl saying to me, ever so gently, that I might like to try making that bed a little bigger. So I did. Cheryl guided me and shared her garden with me and eventually I turned into a garden fanatic. I remember one of the first times that I could share something from my garden with her. It was such a lovely moment to be able to give back to the person who had helped me the most in getting my own garden going.
There’s so much more to tell about these lovely people but I’ll save it for that special Guest Nest post that will hopefully happen sooner rather than later … beg beg grovel grovel ….
I’m off to get ready for our home church here this morning. Have a lovely Sunday oh, and before I forget, I’ve decided to make Second Hand Styling something other than every single week. It’s a pretty quiet little gathering but it’s such a nice one that I don’t want to pull the plug on it but I thought fortnightly may give you all a little extra time to get your treasures together and photographed and maybe you may be a little more tempted to join in then. Do you think?








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