I've got some gorgeous tulips blooming away merrily on my table right now, they are really unbelievably lovely. They seem to be have an extra layer of petals which makes them sort of semi-ruffled and quite flouncy. I keep stopping in my tracks to gaze at them, looking right in to the depth of the blooms and drinking in the saturated colour. Delicious.
Early yesterday morning we prized our two youngest offspring out of the pyjamas and away from their screens and encouraged their protesting bodies into clothes, boots and coats. A short walk up the road and into the muddy woodland, for some fresh air and exercise. I tried my hardest to ignore the persistent drizzle and overwhelmingly drab brown-ness of it all. Squelchy brown mud, rainy brown puddles, soggy brown leaves, damp brown bark and bare, brown branches.
Thank goodness for moss and ivy adding some welcome, verdant green to the brown proceedings.
I noticed down in the squelchy mud, amongst the soggy brown leaves, that the wild garlic is already beginning to sprout. The sight of those brave little green shoots made me grin and whoop out loud. Good job the woods were deserted excepting for my family who understand and accommodate my strange ways. Yay for new green shoots, double yay for signs of Spring springing forth!!
We got home just after 10am, pleased to shed wet coats and kick off muddy boots and be home and dry again. I made mugs of hot chocolate with a full compliment of squirty cream on top for the Little People, much to their delight. It's what Brown Winter Sunday's are made of.
I've recently changed something of my weekend routine which has made a huge difference to my Sundays. It's just a small change, but it's amazing the way that Sunday now feels so different to me. Would you care to know what it is? Well, I've declared Sunday to be a Laundry Free Zone. My Sundays had begun to feel seriously dragged down by the drudge of getting clothes clean and ironed for the week ahead. I would get to 6pm on a Sunday evening with a heavy heart, hating that I had to spend the last precious hours of the weekend folding and sorting a huge mound of clothes and ironing all the school uniform. So a few weeks ago, I made sure that I got the first laundry load in and out of the washing machine on a Friday evening instead of waiting until Saturday. Then on Saturday I worked hard to get through the rest, inviting Little B to help me fold and sort it all on Saturday afternoon. He is a very willing helper, not always the speediest, but not a bad little sock pairer and clothes folder. Although he does rather approach the clothes folding like origami, so many intricate folds this way and that!. Early Saturday evening and I ploughed through the ironing of the shirts whilst listening to the radio. Take that, Tedious Laundry Chore.
When I woke up the following morning, I had the double pleasure of a) thinking it was Monday morning before realising that joy-of-joys it was still Sunday, and b) no laundry to deal with!! It was like a heavy grey rain cloud had been blown away and my day was declared free for leisurely pursuits and the seeking of pleasurable activity. Be gone, Sunday Laundry Cloud!!
So now the flavour and feel of my Sundays are very different and I am very glad. I LOVE waking up on Sunday mornings and thinking about what pleasures will fill my daylight hours. Yesterday, it was new books to browse through - such beauty, style and inspiration in those pages, I'm really looking forward to reading them properly and trying some of the projects. I can feel a few new mandalas coming on.......flowers too..........and maybe a cushion or two......
ps thank you so much for all your kind thoughts and helpful advice on my last post. I'm still struggling, but I am determined that February will be a month full of positive thinking. Bring it on x