This is not what it normally looks like when I working on my laptop, but let’s imagine it is..
This weekend, seriously.
My city has a truly wonderful autumn and spring and even though I know it does each year still kind of takes me by surprise. On the weekend I had this beautiful morning where the kids were off with their dad and I used the time to ride to the gym and the Asian grocer and then I rode home and cooked myself brunch. And while I was cutting eshallots in the garden I noticed one of my lavender bushes was also flowering. It was all very reassuring, like my life is just absolutely toodle-pip perfect or something.
I spent the late afternoon and evening at my sister’s house where we walked in the park and played with her baby. In the evening when her husband came home from work we all drank beers and ate take-away curry and laughed too loud and woke the baby up. My sister’s husband is working hard on this big case and he was fretting a little and wanting my sister to look over the work he’d prepared for cross-examining witnesses. I told them to go do that together and I will put your baby back to sleep. Of course the baby would only sleep in my arms which was quite frankly, lovely, and I lay with him on their bed in the dark.
The next morning I promised my kids a bike ride and we went to see some friends to tempt them along with us. Their kid and mine played Lego while she got ready and I took photos of all the lovely light in their house. Because the weather is so beautiful and the preparation is inevitably so involved we took the kids on quite a long ride, sufficient to eventually break the spirit of Cormac, the youngest. So then we called her husband to come and get the kids and the bikes in the car and she and I rode back together. How amazing is this ride without them, we said, and do you think we’ll ever go home.
Behold the morning sun on my friends’ deck.
Cormac stuffing Lego into his pockets like a little thief.