THERE is precious little time available for which I seem to feel an unending need to fill with jobs and with tasks from my daily life. As those of you who know me – can attest, my ability to sit still and relish the joys of the world around me is an going mission and one which I am still sadly not great at. (Lets just say it a work in progress!)
SO, on a crisp Winter afternoon, before the real cold has kicked in but where there is enough damp in the air to prove its-self, I found myself talking to my mum. Its crazy, but I was asking for what I can do in the few stolen moments of my mad life that I can use to make a difference.
ONE of her suggestions keeps coming back to me in the form of preparing for next spring. Initially horrified at the thought of already preparing for Spring, I am now devoted completely and whole-heartedly to the glory of the seasons, and as such feel short changed. I haven’t even began to think about spring, but maybe, just maybe she is right.
MY mission for next weekend to occupy the kids, is to take them to the garden centre and fill our shopping basket with bulbs. Beautiful coloured tulips which will over winter in the shelter of our tiny garden. My plan, to fill to the brim some plastic pots and containers with a cacophony of reds, pinks and orange tulips and then to sit back in my smugness and relish the thought of vibrant beauty in the darkness of late winter.
FOR now I am lost in the riotous glory that is our winter pansies. These tiny faces of joy remind me of being a child and the joy they bring is special, but that love affair is always short. My lust tends to fall towards the cottage blousiness of the fragrant summer flowers, and all things which symbolise the onset of the joy that is late spring and summer x