Another year
I know that I am not the only one to still mark the passing of the years according to the school calendar.
September bustles in with new shoes, freshly sharpened pencils and eager resolutions. It is of course infectious. Today I began to dust and tidy, folding away the summer, preparing for a new season. My head full of plans and thoughts.
I cannot help but feel that August raced by all too quickly but as with the arrival of every new season I have that feeling of anticipation, looking forward to all the good things each new season brings. Autumn is certainly a rich season, blackberries and shiny conkers, cool evenings and the first smells of wood smoke drifting through the village, golden sunshine overhead and damp moss underfoot.
As always I saw the children back to school with an ache in my heart, all too aware of their growing independence, soon I will adjust once more to the quiet of my days and I will rejoice in my peace and solitude but it takes a little while to appreciate the stillness of the house once more. The house and I need to adjust again, at first we miss the noise and chaos of the summer days.
I know that I am not the only one to still mark the passing of the years according to the school calendar.
September bustles in with new shoes, freshly sharpened pencils and eager resolutions. It is of course infectious. Today I began to dust and tidy, folding away the summer, preparing for a new season. My head full of plans and thoughts.
I cannot help but feel that August raced by all too quickly but as with the arrival of every new season I have that feeling of anticipation, looking forward to all the good things each new season brings. Autumn is certainly a rich season, blackberries and shiny conkers, cool evenings and the first smells of wood smoke drifting through the village, golden sunshine overhead and damp moss underfoot.
As always I saw the children back to school with an ache in my heart, all too aware of their growing independence, soon I will adjust once more to the quiet of my days and I will rejoice in my peace and solitude but it takes a little while to appreciate the stillness of the house once more. The house and I need to adjust again, at first we miss the noise and chaos of the summer days.
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After the 'freedom' of the summer hols I'm practically dreading the constraints and of the new school term with the rigid time table, all the associated clubs and must do activities, letters & forms etc. I shall miss my son immensely next week and ironically I never disliked school as a child ... but I do now.
After the 'freedom' of the summer hols I'm practically dreading the constraints and of the new school term with the rigid time table, all the associated clubs and must do activities, letters & forms etc. I shall miss my son immensely next week and ironically I never disliked school as a child ... but I do now.
Actually I am acutely aware that school time is looming, but I'm making lesson plans.
And yes, I still consider September as "New Years".
awaiting another beautiful Autumn~