Deer, orchids and haircut.
Hiding, shower and tease.
Walking back, broccoli forest and end.
Stroopwaffle, streamers and starling.
Fairy house, sticks and bread.
Greeting, lost doll and sleepy.
Over, haul and pudding.
Haircut, puppy and weeding.
Together, weeding and oxalis.
Stock, cricket ground and happily occupied.
Brisk wind, baby news and silent companion.
1. Our coats dry fairly quickly in the brisk wind that has got up following the shower.
2. To get news that a friend has had her baby.
3. While I am working, Alec comes up and quietly reads a comic nearby.
Curled buds, come with and dance.
1. The curled buds of tulips hiding among the leaves.
2. To my surprise, Alec says he'd like to come with me.
3. Bettany's dance camp can't do the usual end of session show, but they perform one of the dances -- 'Stick it to the Man' from School of Rock in the car park, and it's glorious to see how much a good teacher can achieve in two days.
Buzzards, dance camp and fairy forest.
1. To catch sight of buzzards circling.
2. To collect a smiling Bettany from her dance camp.
3. To find a cushion of moss that looks like a fairy forest.
Unexpected snow, orange jelly and giggles.
1. The moment between opening the blind to see unexpected snow and realising that it is going to spoil your plans for the day.
2. Bettany has made orange jelly with peaches in it for supper pudding.
3. I get the giggles during writing group.
Snip, bath and satisfactory work.
1. To snip off a few dead hyacinth heads in the garden.
2. Alec announces that he will be taking a bath this evening. And can he listen to a podcast. He suggests I'm Sorry I haven't a Clue, and promises that all the rude jokes go over his head.
3. To have spent an entire weekend focusing on my own writing with a Solus Or virtual retreat.
Joke, watering and tired.
Call, game and cardboard VR.
Comfort, prize and snowflakes.
Out, weather and slow to start.
1. To put on my shoes and leave the house.
2. Is that snow?
3. Lloyd Alexander's The Book of Three is excruciatingly slow to start, as tedious Prince Gwydion infodumps a load of nation-level back story and central casting farmboy Taran moans about his identity crisis. As I read it to the children I can see why Alec has abandoned it. But then Gurgi and Eilonwy turn up, and the story seems to come alive. I think it's the character-level conflict: poor Taran can hardly bring himself to associate with either of them, but he has to, or he can't move forward -- and it's like the lights have gone on in the story.
Chocolate for breakfast, visit and in the woods.
1. To eat large pieces of Easter egg for breakfast.
2. My parents come to visit for the first time in over a year to sit in the garden, drink Champagne and see how much the children have grown.
3. In the April woods, still bare but so very nearly in leaf, to see the children running about among the trees, now behind us, now ahead.