There are some things we do most weeknds, so familiar to family life that I don't often think to take much notice of the details, let alone photograph them. Visiting the local park is one such thing. And thats the nice thing about school holidays - its like one long weekend where there's plenty of time to enjoy these ordinary activities, to slot them into a relaxed day if the mood takes us.
Four-fifteen pm, and there it is :: that small space in the day when I don't quite need to start cooking right away and the Little People hit with a whining "I'm Booooorrrred". A glance out the window and I see the sun is shining so without a thought we pull on coats, grab a football and go out to enjoy the park.
Pink stripey legs run, climb, balance, swing, slide, pause for rest.
Denim legs run, kick, run, kick, run, kick, jump, and run some more. Boundless energy.
And when the clock ticks round to 5pm I begin the persuasion to make our way home, back up the grassy hill to the trees. Pause to catch breath and look back at the view.
See what we can find along the way....ohh look Mummy, these are for you.
I'm liking the way that blogging makes my eyes wider and somehow makes me see more, appreciate more. The little details that make up the whole. And it feels good to really like what I see of my ordinary day to day life.
Someone commented on one of my Flickr photos recently and said ::
"this is happiness.... that moment when you look at your own lifes ordinary "stuff" and LOVE IT!!! Love those moments!"
I couldn't agree more.