Going to Kensington Palace on a nice day in early September was a highlight of my month. That was cool, breezy weather, not too hot nor too cold. I could feel the essence of Hyde Park. I feel like doing my exercises. But I made huge strides on my step count, as walking for most days is my only form of exercise.
Princess Diana, is a cautionary tale of marrying too young. I read about her affairs. Was she in essence, always heartbroken? She is just a figment of history for millenials. A blur in time, remembered as a tragic figure who lent her name to causes as obscure as Land Mines and as controversial as HIV awareness. Her sons now are kick-ass individuals who fly helicopters and spearhead the Invictus Games. In Prince Harry's case, who fought in wars and saw action in the battlefield, in addition to continuing her legacy in her chosen charities. My friend Joy brought me to see her dresses in May. I'm so grateful for that experience. I'm thinking of going to her garden again this Autumn.
Now, the weather is colder, the proper winter is in the reckoning.
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