Spring?

Gosh, today has been so warm, hasn’t it? It’s felt very Spring-like all day. In fact, the daylight was calling us quite early this morning!! And, of course, so was Freddie.

Although, to give Freddie his due, as I put him to bed last night, we had had a conversation to establish just what time he might get up. “About 7 o’clock?” I suggested. “8 o’clock,” he said. “I usually get up, go to the loo and then get in with Mummy and Daddy.” That sounded just right to me. And, as forecast, he came wandering through just before seven and snuggled into bed. He snoozed on until eight o’clock, and I think I was ready to get up before he was.

It was pancakes for breakfast and even Grandpa came downstairs to join in the fun. Smashing. We didn’t have much time, though. Paul was due to come about ten o’clock to collect Freddie for swimming. “Get dressed, Freddie,” I urged, “and then we can plant up a pot with seeds for Mummy for Mother’s Day.”

We had just put the finishing flourish to the plant pot with a label that said ‘Mommy’, when Paul arrived and – whoosh, just like that, Freddie was on his way and the house was quiet again. It had been lovely to have such good company overnight and we had thoroughly enjoyed it.

“What now?” said John. I shrugged. The impetus had walked out of the door with Freddie and we were now both hanging about like loose ends. We sat on the sofa, waiting for inspiration. “Right!” I said, “I’m going to get on and plant up my dahlias.” John got up, too. “I’m going to have a look at the Lotus,” he declared, “to see if it’ll start.”

We were both successful. With the spring sunshine and showers inspiring us, we achieved what we set out to do. I made an almighty mess in the utility room though, and had to spend an hour scrubbing everywhere down. I had decided to put the dahlias into pots and used the utility room as my potting shed.

John was a bit more successful in that he didn’t make a mess. He drove the car out of the garage onto the drive, tinkered about with it for a bit, nattered to one of the neighbours, then drove the car back in again, before settling in front of the TV for an afternoon of rugby.

I interspersed rugby viewing with a bit of grocery shopping, but in essence, we had a lazy afternoon and evening. Is that’s what called pacing yourself? I think so…..

Take care everyone. God bless.