After a slightly crisp start, the day blossomed fine and warm with a light nor'easter rustling the trees. An autumn Sunday, but not just any old Sunday. This was Mothering Sunday - Mothers' Day. And this year, we had two mothers to be feted.
I was very impressed with the parks of Paris, but suspect the parks of Sydney are winning in their own way. This was taken in Centennial Park, beside the children's playground. More as the week progresses.
And thus begins a most surreal week. I compose this as I stand vigil for my father making his final journey, expected early Monday morning.