101 years ago, my father, James Brian Barry (known as Brian, or Dad, to seven of us) was born in Yorkshire. He only lived to celebrate 86 years, but he has not been forgotten. This year, fifteen years after his death, I have had several people express to me what an impact Dad’s teaching (Physics, mostly) had on their lives. He was a gifted, though untrained, teacher and we seven children were very lucky to have such a father. Harry considered Brian one of his best friends, and some people said I married a man very like my father. But really, there was no-one quite like him. Harry and I raised a glass to his memory today, and counted our blessings for having lived a life with him.
So, on we go, carrying memories that remain vivid and consolatory, and funny. Such luck!
Speaking of luck, today, as so often happens, we had both good and bad luck. I had a confirmed Monarch butterfly sighting (good luck). And Eddy had a skunk encounter in a culvert (bad luck!!). I was doing some fence repair, and heard a commotion in the culvert. I did not have a skunk view, but I certainly got a scent!! The house is now very stinky, although Eddy himself has been deskunked.
Jane and Derry are in fine form, helping to inspire Bart toward fitness for next week.
The horses are always good photo subjects, as are birds and flowers and cats.
Onward to September!
Stay safe, stay well, stay grateful. Be curious and kind. Laugh often, in spite of everything. Slava Ukraini! Peace…
Galloping Through 
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