I hate spring. Spring is such a busy time. Theres so much going on. Theres chorus concerts and athletic events. Inevitably one of my children informs me the morning of that they absolutely MUST have turquoise trousers by 4pm that day. Spring weather is fickle. I wake in the morning and its cold only to have the sun tease and tease until mid afternoon when its glorious and Im sure it has to hold out only by evening Im shivering in my cardigan. I wish spring could be lazy days. Saturdays where we all sleep in then go for a picnic. Evenings under soft snuggly blankets on the couch watching Hitchcock films. I wish we could all sit round the table on a veranda for a long long lunch. I wish it could be long walks and sitting on a large stone reading a delicious book. Instead this Spring like all the others is about rushing. I left late this morning. Some elves have broken into my closet and taken in most of my clothes the little bastards. I was grouchy and complaining. I hate to be late. This afternoon we were rushing about with errands that dont feel at all satisfying. I got home and found and email from Clellies Form Dean. This week will be her last week of regular classes. Then it will be loads of studying and exams and more exams and prom and dresses and graduation and then it will all be over. It will be an end. It will be a beginning. It will be an end and a beginning. I need a machine that can suspend time. I dont want to stop it. I understand the cogs and how they turn. I only want a long afternoon walking with my family about Longwood. I want to stand in that sea of brilliant tulip hues and look across at my children and their smiles as they play with one another. I want to record their laughter upon my memory.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 20:26:22 +0000
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