I am popping up here this morning with a simple Spring arrangement that I put together yesterday. I like flowers in my house but I don’t have the budget for weekly visits to the florist which is why I find it more economical to grow my own. It’s also more satisfying and fun too and I’m looking forward to passing this knowledge on to my kids.
Actually, if I’m totally honest with you, passing all of this on to my kids is one of the things in my life that I most look forward to. I’ve got a feeling that when I’m helping little chubby hands to plant Spring bulbs and sprinkle seeds in to trays that I’ll be as happy as I’ve ever been and it is a heartwarming thing to have on the horizon of one’s life.
I think those activities will rank up there with the feelings I had when I did a positive pregnancy test, found out there were two babies in my tummy and not just one and receiving Series Four of Mad Men in the post from LoveFilm.
There are a great many daffodil bulbs planted in the garden which is so great at this time of year as there is a constant supply of bright, sunny, friendly flower faces to be cut and brought inside. I bought some pink daffodils a couple of years ago and you can just see two of them in this picture. I was disappointed as they are more peach in colour than pink but pretty just the same.
But daffodils weren’t enough for me yesterday. I needed more Springtime in this huge white jug.
So I went to town on the blossom. Mostly pink and a little bit of white but it did the trick and didn’t cost me a penny.
Sitting in the middle of the kitchen.
How are you feeling today? I’m slightly tired I must say. Whenever the clocks go back or forward an hour Robert’s iPhone goes in to meltdown and his alarm goes off an hour early or an hour late. Lately it’s been an hour early. On top of that my son, Nedlette, seems to be having some issues with his teeth and this is causing him upset in the night. I stumbled down the hall last night with my own well behaved iPhone acting as a guiding light and brought him in to bed with us.
He wriggled and sniffed and poked and prodded and I could feel his breath on my face.
He also giggled, snuggled, cuddled and laughed and I could feel his breath on my face.
And although I’m tired right now and he is sound asleep catching up on his rest (dude!!!!!!) I can still feel his breath on my face and I love him just that little bit more.
If that’s possible!
I think it is.
Robert and I are collecting memories right now. We were both told off by Anaïs on Saturday and stood admonished in the kitchen as she yelled at us in an undecipherable language before promptly falling about laughing.
Tell me about your kids, their little idiosyncrasies are the things I love the most you see.
I’m not alone in a house full of nine month old nutters am I????
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