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Beginnings

The big girl started school a couple of weeks ago and has been cycling off every morning like a duck to water.  The small boy is grumpily bereft and wiggles with excitement when we get ready to pick her up at the end of the day.   The unpacking of the many, many boxes finally is beginning to come to an end and the house is slowly feeling like home.

The beginnings of autumn are there in the browned leaves and berries after the random sunny hot days.  We somehow seem to have missed our huge blackberry pick this year amid the chaos of moving, a new school,  bidding farewell to my sister and her family in their move to Australia and having family to stay.  A time of beginnings and endings.

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Budding

Spring is coming.  The washing is drying on the line (oh the domesticity), the tulips are budding, the daffs are blooming.

No longer will I slip and slide up icy path to nursery.  It was so darn icy and snowy this winter that I even considered buying crampons, much to the husband’s amusement.  Mind you, it didn’t help that he thought I was talking about some form of sanitary wear.  No longer will it take an infuriating extra fifteen minutes to bundle everyone in a ridiculous number of layers.  Fifteen minutes that could have been spent in bed getting an extra fifteen minutes of sleep or even at second best awake with a large mug of tea.  Not that I feel bitter.  No longer will the big girl be sent out into the chilly morning transformed into some mutant form of mini Michelin being.

Today was the first day I walked to nursery without a coat and the little boy even wore a sun hat.  I felt warm, I felt spring.  My mood feels so much better, though some members of the family would say it is still affected by the recent torture of sleep depriving snot filled colds and coughs.  I might even consider putting away the paraphernalia of chilliness – the hats, gloves, scarves (multiples of them all as they seem to get mislaid on a regular basis), the welly socks, the long johns (not mine I hasten to add), and the vests.  Is this just too hopeful?

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