Can I just say how much I am looking forward to the end of term? We’ve hit that ready-to-stop state. I’m yearning to dance to the beat of my own drum.
I want to come down in the morning in pyjamas and stoke the fire. Turn on the Christmas lights. Drink my morning coffee in one uninterrupted sitting. Slowly. Throw a coat over my pjs, pull on wellies and head outside to let the hens out, then scurry back for a bowl of porridge with the rest of the family. Drawing intricate patterns on the top of it with golden syrup. All this, without looking at a clock once. Not once.
It would be bliss. Continue reading
Autumn Equinox has passed and the season is changing. The rhythm of our lives subtly changes too. Falling into line. By stealth, stealing our evenings and refocusing our activities.
I still sit out on our swinging bench each evening, after shutting the hens away, but not so long. Even the dogs head back to the kitchen, rather than settling on the damp grass. Who can blame them? Continue reading
As I watched my son walk purposely ahead of me along the lane, I realised that this moment will be a distant memory before I know it.
He has two years left at primary school, but I’m more than aware how time can fly. His next oldest sister has joined their other sister at secondary, this September. I’m growing used to the idea of only one child to pick up from school and walk back along our lane.
Catching up with the day’s news.
Putting the world to rights.
I want to capture all these moments in my memory. Ready to pull out when I need them most.
How that day, I collected blackberries, from the hedgerows, for a crumble I had promised their father before he left. While my sweet, nine year old gathered blackberries for juice to share with his dog. He knows that she likes the taste. Continue reading