Flabbergasted. That’s the best word to describe my response to this package, delivered by hand, last weekend.
It contains a stack of my own letters, written twenty years ago to a dear friend. Confiding, probably moaning a lot, grieving, figuring stuff out…at least that’s my best guess because I haven’t managed to take more than a cursory glance. I read two lines and felt dizzy. 1996 to 1998 took me from a failing PhD project, through a bereavement, to engagement, marriage, moving to Italy and my first pregnancy.
I hate reading back on my writing. It’s like hearing a recording of yourself, ugh.
Still, that stack is just sitting there. I’m not sure I want to look back? What would you do?
The break from making school lunches and the Mummy-Taxi service has gifted me lots of quiet moments to faff about with my camera.
Filling a vase with flowers from the garden is one of my greatest pleasures and the first Spring gatherings seem the most joyful of all. These small flowers don’t have a huge impact in the garden but, gosh, don’t they look lovely when you take a close look.
This tiny jug belongs to Small Girl’s doll’s house. It hardly holds a drop of water but can accommodate a teeny weeny bouquet of forget-me-nots. Good things, small packages, a little silliness, big smiles.
All that’s missing is a chick…She’s eyeing up that egg with a suspiciously greedy look.
Oooh, and this one too:
I didn’t spot the greenfly until just now!
I spent an evening happily churning out little baskets from Eleanora at Coastal Crochet’s lovely pattern. Small girl happily accepted the task of filling each basket with mini-eggs and then we used them to decorate our Easter Tree. It’s a bit wonky and things keep dropping off it with a thud.
But still, it has made me happy.
Prepare yourself now for the silliest, cutest picture this side of Easter…this put such a smile on my face…ta-daaah:
The evenings have stretched and we’ve had glorious golden light streaming in. Our den, a miserable dark cave in winter time, has come back to life. This is the view from my desk if I swivel right. Everything seems lighter, brighter, a little bit easier.
It’s time to look forwards.
Have I mentioned how much I love April?! I have? Can you blame me?