Water Flowing

This week's Gallery is 11-11-11.

A time to mark out a day of what we were doing, to be honest my day looked so much like this one, I didn't want to repeat myself.  But I did spend a little time tying to get an 11 11 11 picture that meant something.

Sunday was parade.  My 25th.  It's a strange feeling watching the brownies and remembering the years and years of different types of uniforms, leaders, officials.  Seeing some of the leaders now and remembering them as shivering little brownies.  It is comforting that as time flows by nothing changes and yet the water seems to be running faster and faster, times between parade gets shorter.  For the first time ever my mum didn't come to see me, she said her age is catching up with her.  She just couldn't do it.  Water Flowing.