It’s three weeks ago that we had Mum’s funeral, five weeks and a day since we lost her.
Hubby and I had a field trip in a different direction this morning, and there were memory triggers of her everywhere.
From clumps of spring daffodils beginning to show their heads on the roadside to rabbits (oh the stories of her and rabbits, both wild and concrete!), beech nut trees and swans in the fields.
Lincolnshire is full of drainage ditches for farm irrigation, so it’s no surprise that swans nest on them and bring up their families in the fields running alongside.
When we were here before, we watched a newly mated pair gallantly try to save their clutch from rising water over the course of a week but to no avail, so the nest, and the five eggs therein, was abandoned.
Photo: Nesting Swans (and the lost nest) May 2014 before we moved out of the cottage.
Dad’s funeral in May 1996 was the day before Mum’s birthday, so I took an extra day as personal leave and took her to the Abbotsbury Swannery. The family had clubbed together for Mum to adopt a swan, which she called Henry after my Dad.
Sadly Henry disappeared without trace after a year (had he done so before, Mum would have had a replacement) so it was never known if he found a mate and brought up a family of his own elsewhere.
To compensate to a degree knowing how disappointed Mum was, I took to sending her updates on our local swans, with pictures if I had some.
Photo: adult and five survivors from an original clutch of 7 August 2016
Photo: moving away, you can just see our hull bottom left.
Photo: four of the cygnets, February 2017 (the other was asleep just out of camera range)
When I went to NZ in 2010, it is rare to see a white swan. We had black swans in Poole Park, but they were very few and far between. Mum was fascinated that I was surrounded by so many in one place. We did a calendar for her for 2011 with photographs from my trip and these were in it.
Photo: Napier black swans : New Zealand trip 2010
Now, whenever I see swans, in the fields as we did today or anywhere else, I shall think of Mum, united with her own Henry and hopefully surrounded by swans and everything else in Nature they loved.