I have almost given up on continuing the photo diary. I had the most stressful, emotionally-charged week. I went to the annual review at my older son's school, talked to the child psychologist regarding Sasha's problems, which left me emotionally drained. And then last Friday I attended the funeral of a very special friend, who's been my English family for so many years.
Yet I continued taking photos, almost on an auto-pilot, so there are more photos of the same: flowers, cakes, tea, my family.
17.05: The rhododendron is getting paler and paler, having turned from fuchsia pink to just slightly blushing white. It's still holding though, even after a short hail a few days ago.
18.05: The apple blossom, on the other hand, which was still intact at the beginning of the week, is almost all gone by now.
19.05: Amidst all the whites and pinks, the red rose stands proudly, like a true lady in red.
20.05: Being inspired by the novel The Second Duchess, I have baked an Italian cake torta di tagliarini, which is a speciality of Ferrara. It is quite unusual, as it has pasta inside it.
21.05: Eddie's having a snooze after school. It never ceases to amuse me how quickly he zonks out.
22.05: One day I will write about Anne, my dearest friend to whom I said farewell on Friday. But not yet. I keep crying, thinking about her. Rest in peace, my dear-dear friend.
23.05: Eddie was playing basketball in the garden, while I was quietly weeding. He kept asking me to watch him, as he promised to show me his "best moves". Oh the confidence of a 4-year-old, I wish I was so happy and self-assured.