Tiny flowers grow out of the crack in the front wall. Each time I step outside, there they are clinging on. There are many cracks in the neglected space outside our front door, each sprouted with weeds, weeds decorated with tiny flowers.
Further down the road, purple flowers grow out of a wall. The local playing field is freckled with daisies. However, cold and wet the spring the flowers still appear. A reminder that it all works out in the end, after the winter comes spring.
The sun streams through the windows at the front of the house and I’ve taken to waking at before 6, tiptoe-ing about the still house. I used to dread being up this hour, with an early rising toddler. School cancelled out the un-godly starts. Now, being up before my son feels indulgent. The extra time makes for slightly less of squeeze on the Monday-Friday routine. I start energised by the quiet and early light, pottering around, then I stop for a bit, dip a little, followed by gearing up again.
For the school-run to work each daily repetitive step, has it’s own time slot, culminating in ‘shoes on’. Mornings are spent clock watching. The short walk to school provides nothing much to look at. Some days we talk about Star Wars, another day Colossal Squids, the conversation is varied, if the route isn’t.
At the moment, the school run is tedious. I want to avoid the politics of the playground. Forget clock watching, shelve being on time. Half term has come as a welcome reprieve. I’m looking forward to a week of flexible mornings, time outside and some camping. I am hoping the week will be gifted with sunshine.
The last few weeks have been a strange mix of ideas and inspiration, concerns and worries. Whirling around, occasionally crashing into each other. This also contributes to the early starts. My head is distracted and a little tired out. May is my favourite month and already it is almost over. Half term will be a space to slow, to enjoy May. To switch off a little, count blessings and catch up.
See you on the other side.