The husband and I have been mucking about with the system lately, seeing other people on a Sunday morning. I KNOW, it’s been weird. Back to normal this week though with our end of the week coffee and cake date without the spaniels. Jokes. There is no ‘without the spaniels’.
Woken ridiculously early by the tiny bladdered one – good job she’s cute – it seemed criminal to waste such a beautiful morning.
We took our bleary eyes via cake to Cockington* for to blow off some cobwebs and stomp about a bit.
It’s a cliche for a reason but there is something undeniably spectacular about the very first really springy days of the year. The ones where you can just about take your coat off (as long as you’re wearing a padded bra). You know, when you can almost smell colours and the world feels renewed?
We caught up on the weeks that were and the one to come, perved on some springy flowers and soaked up a bit of sunshine. There was probably some gardening chat. Maybe something about Crufts (seriously though, the Best in Show winner? I definitely didn’t weep at Crufts…)
Despite all the new year resolutioning (don’t think that’s a verb, carry on) and January good intentions, for me this is the part of the year when it feels like anything is possible. When the world sort of yawns and stretches and tries to come to life…no, I’m not quoting 9 to 5, you are. I’m sure it’s nothing more complex than a hit of vitamin D combined with the not so subtle symbolism of new buds and baa lambs hinting at infinite possibility but it’s uplifting and wonderful and good for my stressy little soul.
Are you feeling springy? Am I over egging it? Just enjoy the spaniels.
*Yes really, Cockington. Move on.
Dont forget to time travel back to yesterday and tell me about the fantastic women you know, there’s a cheeky giveaway for your efforts.