Well my little boy is now 9 months old, my daughter is 2 and a half and we have been living in our new house for 7 months. Needless to say I have yet again had a ridiculous lapse in my blogging presence, however I am going to plead complete ignorance and carry on regardless. One day I will fill in the blanks. One day.
I can't believe we've been here that long already. But at the same time, it feels as if that August, when Husband returned from exercise and we then started the big move, was years ago rather than months. Summer, too, feels like it ended years ago. But, praise the Lord, in the last few days winter feels like it may be finally starting to wave goodbye.
I yearn for the days of donning a pair of flip flops and strolling to next door-but-one on the patch for a play date, or throwing a rug onto the lawn and having lazy garden picnics amongst the rabbits, letting Rufus and the children go free-range.
|Back on the old patch and in our old quarter garden|
Whilst I am certainly going to have to use the car far more often than last year, play dates may be a bit more far-flung and the garden may be a 1/5th of the size of our old one, I can now see a summery light at the end of the tunnel. Rolllllll on Spring!