after the storm

Another stormy day. Trees are flailing around in the powerful gusts. Jago shouts 'hold on to your hats' and wears his favourite one all day (even though we're inside.)

 Jess, eyes fixed on the horizon, watches for Mary Poppins. All around the house I can hear them sing 'Lets Go Fly a Kite', and by lunchtime I'm humming it too.

Outside my twisted willow - the tree through which I watch the sunrise - lies fallen. It will grow anew in the spring but for now I bring in a branch to remind myself.

:: in my garden ::

It's beautifully warm and all daylight hours are spent outside drinking in the sunshine, working in the garden and dreaming of the harvest. All winter long I've had a reading list of gardening books and now I get to put my dreams into earth.  A month ago I'd never have had the time now I'm blessed to spend the time with my kids digging, sowing and watering.