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Moving away from all I have ever known - the hometown where I was born and raised, married, where my two girls were brought up, married and had children - I felt so homesick. This therapeutic montage of memories painted in watercolour of my home along the river soothed my spirit. Vignettes are hidden in the collage - the nearby landscape of the little French village; the breezeway of my home opening to a patio made from circles of tree trunks that led to an enchanting yard of garden pathways; a wren house hanging in the maple tree; an antique bird bath; a little bunny rabbit who used to hop along my flagstone path; and an edged border of cedar posts embedded in the ground along the flagstone path. See if you can find them.
My beautiful yard, a little over an acre, is just a memory now but was my solice and sanity after my husband's passing. Whenever I felt sad, I would wander my yard and the sadness disappeared. What God has blessed us in nature certainly soothes the soul.