Live in the Now: May

The Bank Holiday weekend was a good reminder of how important sunshine is. Everything seems easier, everything can be done with a smile on your face, everything seems more possible when you open the curtains to a warm, bright day instead of a cold, grey one.

We had one of those weekends where it didn’t feel like we were doing very much, but we still seemed to pack it in. A lovely lunch and an afternoon at the park with a friend we hadn’t seen for a long time. (‘Jeez,‘ she said. ‘Is this what people do in the suburbs?‘) A drink at the pub in town with a beer garden where, to DorkySon’s delight, there was a bouncy castle set up. A little potter around the farmer’s market to pick up some local honey and strawberries. And some bread and ham. And some cheese and radishes. Oh, and some chicken, and some ribs. And some freshly ground coffee… Wasn’t it Oscar Wilde who wrote ‘I can resist anything but temptation.’
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A Spring Walk

Last week I wrote a post about my aim to do more walking – not just to the shops or on the nursery run, but further afield. I said that I wanted to explore parts of the local area that I haven’t yet visited.

Well, yesterday was a beautiful sunny day, so that’s exactly what I did. After dropping DorkySon at nursery, I came home and stuck an apple and my camera in my shoulder bag – completely ignoring the sideboard full of dishes and the basket full of laundry – before heading straight back out the door again.

Goodness, I’m glad I did.

I went in the opposite direction to usual, along streets that I haven’t walked more than once or twice before, and there were beautiful blossoming trees all along the way.

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Live in the Now February

February already!

It’s not my favourite month, to be honest. It’s such a tease.

One day you can walk through the park without even a jacket, admiring the snowdrops and daffodils that are poking their heads through the earth, and lifting your face to feel the warmth of the sun. It can really feel like spring is within touching distance. The next day it’s back to hat, gloves and scarf, and you walk through that same park cursing the slap of wind and rain on your cheeks. As I type this morning, there are several inches of snow on the ground, and those poor daffodils must be wishing they could tuck back down into the soil. Continue reading