Oh, will you just loooooooook at all that beautiful, glorious b-l-u-e!! Isn't it heavenly?
Last week we were down in sunny Dorset, our usual Easter trip to the south coast to play by the sea and spend time with my folks. It was a magical holiday, full of happy, easy, sunshiny days.
Coming home has been hard, and I've felt a bit down in the dumps to tell the truth. It's the usual tale of post-holiday blues, of missing the sea and the relaxation and freedom of being on holiday. Coming home to a messy house, laundry mountains, school routine looming, you get the picture. I bought daffodils to cheer the room, emptied my pockets and put a little pile of holiday stones on the table to remind us of those good times.
The weather here hasn't helped either - we had a glorious taste of Spring down in Dorset last week, enjoying warm sunshine with picnics eaten outside every day. But back in Yorkshire we've had cold, grey, wet days, it's been utterly gloomy and uninspiring. On Sunday we managed a wet and wild walk in the rain in an attempt to banish the post holiday blues and get some fresh air. We toddled around the local neighbourhood and back through the park, returning home cold and soggy.
We lit the fire, more for some feel-good cosy cheer than for warmth. One good thing about the dire state of the weather though - I've been allowed time to sit in my favourite chair and crochet, which has certainly helped lift my mood a little.
So J returned to work today, and the Little People go back to school tomorrow. We've had a blissful couple of weeks holiday, and actually I do think I'm ready to get back to work myself now. I've got a very busy month ahead.
I think holiday memories are pretty special, don't you? All those minutes and hours to remember and treasure. I'll share some more pictures with you tomorrow, those sea-colours are just too good to keep to myself.....