Tuesday, August 30, 2011

At summer's close

Yesterday they began to plough the field behind our house.

And as I ran through The Thicks I heard it whispered on the wind, the wind that already sends the dry, crisp leaves spiralling to the ground.

The close of summer.

The final chapters.

It has gone too fast. Each year seems quicker.

So much not done, that bleached out golden field of wheaten stubble not gazed upon enough. Over too soon.

But it has been a good one. Long summer days. Garden camping, real life glamping, trips here and there. Visits from friends.

And we flew a few kites.

I have been away from the blog for so long and I have missed the excuse to reflect and pause but normal service is now resumed. I hope you are still out there reading and that your summers have been good?

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Wednesday, August 03, 2011

The marching of time

Over a week has gone by since my last post, I did not mean for the time to go by so fast, but it did.

Twelve years went by just as quickly.

In the blink of an eye.

How can it be that he no longer crawls into my lap and falls asleep,
Or makes those baby gurgles and giggles?
Why am I no longer the very centre of his world,
why does he no longer like to have raspberries blown upon his tummy?

Where did that chubby tummy go?

This tall and lanky gorgeous boy of mine has just turned 12 years old, he makes me laugh, he makes me mad, he educates me, he makes me whole. Happy Birthday Dylan.

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