I love this time of year. Everything is exploding into bloom. If you listen carefully enough, I swear you can here the tiny explosions of petals unfurling. ping, ping, ping. Like fingers dragging slowly across harp strings.
This week, it’s not just the plants changing. We’ve had a birthday too.
Youngest Teen turned fourteen. What can I say? I’m always in flux between belief and disbelief when it comes to the children’s birthdays. He’s my baby boy, but at the same time he’s a teen with interests and opinions of his own. That boy can argue his case and holds his own. He’s no longer a little boy.
(He makes me smile. Forgive my proud parent moment. This week, his science teacher told him to stop putting up his hand, as she wanted to give others a chance to answer. This is progress. His confidence must be growing. I’m guessing he was the only one volunteering. He says that he was getting the answers right too.)
His birthday was a school day, sandwiched between already busy weekends, so we’ll take him out for a treat in a few weeks time. We made the evening special with favourite foods and fun activities. A friend popped over too.
If you’re looking for a non-tech present for a teen, I can recommend one of his presents. It was a table tennis trainer, which could easily be mistaken for a cat toy. Imagine a ping pong ball on a very bendy stick. The Teens all had fun, as well as the adults. Certainly a challenge for eye-hand coordination. It keeps on being brought out, so I’m taking it as a success.
I’m not sure I’ve heard so much laughter.
The annually migration of toadlets across our garden has started. They are the size of a fingernail, so we’re careful where we place our feet. They love the long grass of the meadow area.
Previous years, their path used to go straight through the house, but something has changed and they stick to the top part of the garden. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve felt eyes on me, in the kitchen. I’d turn around and find a row of tiny toadlets watching me. Adorable.
Unfortunately the grass snakes wait for them in the garden. All part of the food cycle, but I’m team toadlets on this one.
The garden is beginning to bloom. I even have tiny cucumbers on the way in the greenhouse. The roses and lavender are all out. I’m busy dead heading to keep everything in bloom as long as I can. The shasta daisies are opening up too, in great swathes.
The blackcurrants are ready. If anyone looks bored, I give them a bowl and send them out to pick blackcurrants. We have ten big bushes and they need picking every day. The wood pigeons and blackbirds all muscle in to have their share too.
That’s my week. Apart from the increase in my taxi duties, ferrying the children to see friends, I don’t think I’ve done anything else. Middle Teen is off on her Duke of Edinburgh practise expedition, this weekend, which means more ferrying. If my word is taxi next week, don’t be surprised.
Joining in with Anne’s word of the week linky. One word. Bloom.