After endless weeks of blustery rain, overcast skies and freezing hands at 7.30 in the morning, the sun finally came out today.
So after a long day at work, I went home and cuddled the babies, put my head on Mr Removal Man’s arm and told him about my day, then headed off to the little park round the corner.
The sun was still out, especially as the clocks went forward an hour yesterday. The trees were still bare but the clear blue sky showed through and everywhere buds and blossoms are starting to show. The daffodils are still in full force. How lovely to feel the warmth of the sun across my back and the breeze across my face.
All of the mums were out with their mini-me’s and the few dad were congregating in one corner of the playground on swing-pushing duty. I love watching children next to their parents, the features, the colouring, the mannerisms they have in common. It seems you really can inherit a funny walk or dopey smile.
So we spent a while traipsing after the munchkins round the swing, slide and see-saw, told Little Lady off for picking daffodils and sat and ate oranges and “Ferrari Chevda” (what a silly name for Bombay Mix) with the better half and watched Gorgeous kick someone else’s ball around.
Its moments like these that make me feel rested and peaceful. Oh and the best bit – I had a go on the swings, that made me feel about 10 years old.
So after a long day at work, I went home and cuddled the babies, put my head on Mr Removal Man’s arm and told him about my day, then headed off to the little park round the corner.
The sun was still out, especially as the clocks went forward an hour yesterday. The trees were still bare but the clear blue sky showed through and everywhere buds and blossoms are starting to show. The daffodils are still in full force. How lovely to feel the warmth of the sun across my back and the breeze across my face.
All of the mums were out with their mini-me’s and the few dad were congregating in one corner of the playground on swing-pushing duty. I love watching children next to their parents, the features, the colouring, the mannerisms they have in common. It seems you really can inherit a funny walk or dopey smile.
So we spent a while traipsing after the munchkins round the swing, slide and see-saw, told Little Lady off for picking daffodils and sat and ate oranges and “Ferrari Chevda” (what a silly name for Bombay Mix) with the better half and watched Gorgeous kick someone else’s ball around.
Its moments like these that make me feel rested and peaceful. Oh and the best bit – I had a go on the swings, that made me feel about 10 years old.
Salam sis,
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Assalam-alaikam Sister us,
ReplyDeleteand jhazakh'Allah khairun
Salaams Sis:
ReplyDeleteWonderful day, Alhamdulillah!
Children naturally love flowers. I remember when I was a little girl, once my mother scolded me for plucking a sprig from a fruit tree in bloom. She told me that I was denying people fruit by doing that. Urggg ... how I clearly remember that! It has stayed with me all this time.
Asalaamu Alaikum
ReplyDeleteI love days like that.