On Tuesday, for some reason, I decided to walk on the other side of the street on my way to the beach.

Maybe I was drawn by the gentle blue of the jacaranda trees,

or maybe it was because it was Tuesday, but the little one wasn’t with me.

Our Tuesday afternoons have come to an end. Next year she will be at school full-time.

I felt a little pang, the kind you get from seeing an empty chair where a loved one has sat for many years. Or an empty swing.

But on the other side of the road, I discovered something. In the beautiful little garden on the verge that a creative neighbour has planted, I noticed something moving. Can you see them, right in the middle of the picture, just above the red flowers?

Now you can see one, I’m sure. Yes, the verge garden was flitting with monarchs,

because that thoughtful neighbour included swan plants amongst the brightly coloured flowers.

In times of loss, something new flies into the blue,

speaking of possibilities not yet discovered. And reminding me to be grateful, for all the unexpected gifts of life.