The weather’s been a bit of a tease lately, with the flowers in the garden yesterday lifting expectations that were dashed this morning. It’s not that I don’t like snow, we had a snow fight today and had a glorious time, but my heart is already lusting for spring.
We ended up planting bulbs from yesterday’s expedition to the garden centre in the front garden in the snow (it wasn’t thick on the ground) because I’m much more in the mood to dream about the garden than build a snowman. This is the antithesis of the living-in-the-present I’m aiming for, but surely understandable in mid-February…
And I’m in need of some quiet days pottering about the house and garden after my week in London; I was there for training for a potential very part time job opportunity. I am happy staying at home, but one day a week would be a nice reassuring way to keep my hand in until the boys are at primary school. But four nights in London away from them (my first time away from Fraser), was a struggle, and I missed them more than I expected. The fact that I’m able to spend days with them where our only accomplishment is planting a few bulbs is a real treat and I think I appreciate that a bit more now.
Cory did a great job being the single parent while I was gone, although he was spoiled by three sets of neighbours looking in on him and making sure they were fed, entertained, and kept busy. Moving out of town into a small community has made our lives so much better – just knowing that we’ve got people to call on reduces stress levels. When Fraser had his surgery and we ended up staying in hospital later than expected, Cory went home to put Duncan to bed and then asked the neighbours to sit in with D until we got home. The fact that we had a list about a mile long of people within the block that we could ask to do this made me feel so secure. In the end, we didn’t have to go further than next door.
In fact, a week in London has highlighted how lovely it is to live where we are. I’m not denying that walking through Liberty on Saturday wasn’t a visual delight (photo to right), or that I couldn’t have spent a lot longer exploring the city. (I was watching the time a bit too closely as I’d only a few hours before my flight home and I wanted to make the most of it.) And sneaking in a quick visit to Dr. Johnson’s House, where the first comprehensive English Dictionary was compiled in a garret room made present day London seem much more connected with the historical one that I’m so aware of.
But being back home, with space all around and a view of the hills from the village that’s practically postcard worthy, made me realize how lucky we are to be here. I’m not sure how we lucked into our lives, but I’m very thankful. (It’s easy to say this now, at 8 pm, when the boys are asleep and I’m looking forward to a glass of wine and a new book, don’t ask me to repeat it at six am tomorrow morning though.)