I rather like that quote. Very much appropriate on the night before the children go back to school after the holidays and the place is littered with mismatched socks, the wrong coats, and solitary trainers for PE.
The thing about spring is it’s just so tasty.
Admit it. You’ve looked at fresh spring grass and thought you’d like to take a bite, haven’t you?
You haven’t, have you. It’s just me. Oh dear. Anyway, never mind.
I’m sitting in my my mum’s garden. It’s sort-of-almost-warm-enough to sit here on the swing. I’m believing it’s summer when the sun rays warm my legs through my jeans.
I took lots of photos today (iPhone still – being devoid of a camera when it’s your primary way of seeing the world is horrible, incidentally). They’re the way I see spring. Actually, they’re the way I see everything. Patterns of colour and texture. Tiny flowers peeking out of fresh grass. Green and green and green. I love spring best.
(I think I say that about every season.)
Thank you so much for all the lovely comments recently. I’ve been a bit rubbish at replying for which I apologise. I’m resolving to be a bit better at blogging more often.
I’ve been wondering how to fit the new life we’re making in with this blog which carried so much of my old life with it. But I realised it doesn’t really matter as long as I’m happy writing and taking photos of things that make me happy. So that’s what I’m going to get back to.
Meanwhile my toes are so cold they’re falling off and I’ve promised to take my boys to the skatepark (again). So I’m off to convince myself it’s almost summer in another part of town. Brrr.