Halfway through Spring half-term week and it feels like the depths of winter. The skies are grey and laden, the air cold and oppressing. Yesterday the rain poured from the moment we woke until we went to sleep. It is the sort of weather that makes for huddling under a blanket and spending time reading, thinking and talking to my daughter.
My house is quiet this morning, my older girl is studying for her exams, my younger one is enjoying her programmes and Rosie has given up on chewing an old cap and gone back to her bed. I suspect she is the most sensible of us.
I have a sinking feeling that the persistent cold weather is keeping us all in an emotional gloom. The occasional and rare sunny and warm day that teases us with hints of what should be at this time of year merely makes the feeling worse.
I find myself yearning for the feeling of the sun on my skin, the smell of warm air and the sound of children laughing as they play outside. Too much of this greyness leads to me feeling maudlin. Who needs that?
So I will work through some ideas of new avenues I would like to explore, new directions which seem to be calling me but from a distance so that I need to clarify exactly what they are. While I am doing that I’ll make lunch for us girls and a hot drink for those of us who want it and try to pretend the sun is shining.
I hope your day is a little more cheer filled.
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