The dawn of the new season has brought me to a place of romanticism and sheer enlightenment for what could be in the warmth of the Summer Sun.
All this and I’ve taken to nearly daily breakfasts in the garden…
Armed with cafeteire, blanket, slippers and camera we reside to the warmth of our garden. Of course, breakfast in the garden requires PJ’s, stuffed animals,slippers and a bowl of cereal, what else?
And when there is a camera, M* is ready with her best faces.
“I’ll do cheese, Mama!” she said before I snapped this one. Followed by, “This is my pretty face.” Yes, it is, Darling, yes it is…
There is something about early mornings that make me swoon. Something about the way the sun beams through the Cherry Blossoms makes me say, “Oooooooo…” and then hum a little tune about Here Comes The Sun and other such nonsense…
The Cherry Blossoms really are the cream of the Springtime. I remember going to Washington DC in April just to see the Cherry Blossoms come out. Now I have two trees in my own little garden. It really is bliss and I highly recommend them, even if you do suffer from allergies.
By this time, the neighbour boy, who very often reminds me of a character from Julia Donaldon’s Clarice Bean books, began to holler over the fence for little M*. She responded by peering through the tiny hole in the fence.
Now the problem with the neighbour’s boy is that not only will he holler to M*, but to me and then continue to holler for an unlimited amount of time throughout the day. “Sarah? Sarah? I am wearing slippers!” “Sarah? Sarah? I have a t-shirt on!” “M*? M*? Where is M*? I’m eating an ice-lolly!”
For some reason, I found this particular time adorable as M* decided to show said slightly more hollery than average neighbour boy her Robot – a gift from good friends of ours for her first birthday (she is going on three). She’s only really fallen in love with this Robot in the past couple weeks. A true example of how children do not need nearly as many toys as we tend to purchase.
Oh the mornings and all their glory…