IT IS jacaranda time again.
The trees are dropping their beautiful flowers.
Our 60th wedding anniversary is coming up on the November 2.
Prior to our wedding on the Saturday, we had a week of rain (much like this week).
One of my most precious memories is driving to St Paul's Church of England, down Brisbane St, (then a one-way street), past the girl's grammar school, over the fallen petals that formed a carpet of purple.
The sun came out, and all was well, ah.
Sweet memories are made of this.