Of painted rocks and summer walks
The force of humidity and the bouncing heads yellow flowers are among my favourite things about Summer. Being surrounded by plenty of beautiful woodlands and open spaces is a blessing when you have two young boys eager to stretch their legs and race through the fields, chasing butterflies and loose petals. Last weekend, we finally ventured to a park nearby that we'd been meaning to for a long time and were soon wondering why we hadn't been before. From a cosy cottage serving tea & cake, to a beautiful fairy village housing invisible miniature beings, not to mention the ducklings on the lake (that made Mummy's ovaries burst) and the umpteen painted rocks we discovered along the track, it was one of the best mornings.
There were toddlers dropping to the floor in rage that they couldn't join the swans in the lake and pre-schoolers scraping their knees on the rocks they insisted they could climb without help, there were huge muddy puddles we tried (and failed) to avoid and bridges that threatened to drop us into murky swamps beneath. There were six beautiful baby ducks to coo over, waterfalls that stole the boys' attention for longer than 30 seconds (there's something about the sound of rushing water that keeps them both transfixed, perhaps we should consider a water feature?) and end-of-walk ice lollies dripping down our fronts.
Jesse's been unwell this week but thankfully appears to be on the mend and just in time for our holiday to Bluestone next week. There's been a few [more] sleepless nights and exhausting temperature-monitoring, as well as umpteen doses of calpol and antibiotics, so we're excited to pack our belongings and get away together, to let the stresses of everyday life dissipate and simply soak up each other's company. To abandon the mundane routine, day & night, and simply go with it; there's nothing more healing. Keep up with what we're up to for the week over on our Instagram as that's where I'll be sharing what we'll be up to.