This is going to be one of those posts where I talk fast and zig-zag across subjects like a cow cutting its way down a hill towards water. So! This is the first time I’ve written in ‘real time’ this week, everything else had been ‘pre-scheduled’ and then I wake up this morning and go “GAH!” I’ve got nothing left.
Which is complete bollocks as I do have a bit to report, but don’t want to frame it ‘as a report’. I feel the far best (personal) blog posts are those which try to avoid the straight ‘memoir style’ re-tell but seek to contextualise the event within a bigger scenario or theme.
We’ve slipped back into routine fairly normally – in both good and bad senses, but mostly good – but it’s been windy down here, folks. And rainy. Still chilly.
A world away from this:
This was taken from the front of my grandparents’ verandah. Keira lay out there on that picnic blanket for over an hour, just like I did the same on the daybed I took the shot from, us both taking reptilian pleasure in the warm sunshine as the dog (Basil is his name; his predecessor was Sage – we like herb-inspired names in our family) roamed the perimeter.
She never fell asleep, as I thought she would. We all just took the opportunity to stop. We had nowhere to be and nothing to do, except enjoy the pleasure of familial company. So different to down here, where we’re rushed and have no family to call on.
It was lovely. I miss it already.
The kids do, too.
