Oh my happy heart and soul, we have had a real gift of a day today and I have loved every single little minute of it, truly. My day started as it often does, at 6am with Little B creeping in all warm and dozy from sleep for an early morning cuddle. This morning though, different to usual, he soon got bored chatting to me and promptly toddled off to find his Daddy who was already up and about. This left me alone in bed, still on the cusp of dreamy sleep, so I granted myself the luxury of just a weeny bit of extra shut-eye. Such bliss to indulge in extra sleep, I eventually got up at 7.30 feeling like I'd had the most terrifically lengthy lie-in.
The sun was streaming in to the house by this time and the sky was the most beautiful clear blue. I love waking up on a Sunday to a good-weather-day, it generally means that a short walk will be possible which = instant happy-vibes in my mind. I drank coffee and ate a mini little pain au chocolat for breakfast, whilst writing a bit of a to-do list for the coming week in my "book of days".
Now that we are officially in Springtime, I am really, really, really appreciating the glorious light and noticing with more than a teensy bit of joy that our days are lengthening rather nicely. It's just so lovely to see the sun streaming in through the window and dancing over the sofa in the mornings.
My Mother's Day tulips are a week old and still looking mighty fine I'm pleased to say.
I'm also really loving this miniature glass jar of Spring blooms sitting on my kitchen drainer, so simple but a real visual treat.
J isn't well at the moment with a head full of cold, so for our walk today we decided to keep it short and local.
It was still glorious though, and do you know it was the very first time this year that it's been warm enough to venture out without a coat - yipppeeeeee for early Spring warmth and sunshine!
Little Lady and I wandered along the small beach looking for treasure, and watching her climb and run took me instantly back to this time when she was just three years old. Woolly pink stripes have been replaced by opaque black, she is growing up so fast but I refuse to feel saddened by the natural passage of time. It is as it should be.
I confess I am beginning to really long for Spring. Living here in North Yorskhire, I've learnt that Spring arrives late and it's arrival is often followed swiftly by a last bite of winter (we've had snow at Easter before). But it doesn't stop me longing for it once we head towards the end of March.
I have LOVED the warmth of the sun on my face today, it felt delicious after so many months without it.
Our walk this morning was really enjoyable, just an hour out of the day for all five of us to be together.
I'm hoping that it won't be too long before we can climb The Crag again (that's it up there in the picture above), although Little Man's groans were so heartfelt when I voiced this notion that I think I may well have to employ some serious bribery when the time comes.
Today's warm sunshine meant that our sweet piggies Pip and Lola could be put out to graze again for the first time this year. They were visibly thrilled with this turn of events and gorged themselves stupid on all the lush green grass available to them within the rectangle of their run. It was joyful to watch them speed-nibbling.
I sat for a while on the wall of our front garden drinking chocolate-dusted coffee out of my old enamel mug. Face turned up to the sun, listening to the sound of the Little Peeps playing in the street, it's such a good sound isn't it, the sound of children playing? We are so lucky living here on this narrow, hilly street lined with it's tall rows of old terraced houses. Our children can play safely in the street (literally in the road) as it is so quiet and fairly free of traffic. Street play seems to me to be delightfully simple and old fashioned. Bicycles and scooters feature heavily, then there are things like skipping, chalking and bubble blowing which haven't changed a jot since I was a child.
Today when we went to fetch our tub of chalks from the cellar there were only a few stubs left from last year. So I took Little B and off we trotted down the hill into town to purchase some new ones.
I love these big chunky sticks of chalk very much, they are actually called "Street Chalks" which pleases me enormously. There was an awful lot of chalking going on this afternoon, I was going to photograph it but forgot, so you will have to imagine the colourful chalky rainbows and space rockets and dinosaurs and traffic signals and houses.
I did manage to photograph a bubble (just the one) and what a palaver that exercise was! Have you ever tried to take photos of a five year old swirling around with a bubble wand? It's fast and exciting and those bubbles whip up into the breeze in a split second, you gotta be quick-quick-quick to catch them!
Another first today (added on to the no-coat walking and the piggies in the grass and the al fresco coffee) was the beginning of the pegging out season. Oh happy day! I managed to snap my washing line this morning whilst in the process of untangling the three metres of passion flower vine that had grown along it last year. So at the same time as purchasing street chalks and bubble wands, I also bought a new washing line in a lovely minty green colour.
Pegging out my freshly laundered bedding to dry in the afternoon sunshine filled me with domestic bliss. Right now (9.30pm) poorly J (suffering badly with his Man Cold) is tucked up in bed and I am about to go and join him. The thought of gently creeping beneath my crisp white cotton duvet, laying my head on those plump rosy pillows and breathing deeply inwards is sooooooooooooooo good. I am loving that thought - a lovely end to a beautiful sunhiny day.
Night night xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx