Two time-stoppers

(i) I am walking to school. Pushing the pushchair with two hefty toddlers in it, wellies mud-streaked, balancing H's scooter over the top with a spare finger, sweaty enough to make me feel like this is exercise. It's one of my favourite things to do. The light is grey as steel, but the woods look … Continue reading Two time-stoppers

and it’s Spring and…

in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it's spring and the goat-footed … Continue reading and it’s Spring and…

Earth days

Today is Earth Day. And I could wax lyrical about the walk we took by the canal on Saturday evening: the setting sun turned everything green and gold, and I was so grateful for any sunshine, any at all, that I could've cried with the loveliness of it. I could tell you about how we … Continue reading Earth days

That’s what I’d do on a farm

Hey, you: it's sunny. Let's go outside. I cannot tell you how giddy I get when it's warm enough to let go of winter coats. It hasn't been for months. I saw the sun streaming through the window this morning as I listened to Alan Bennett's The Lady in the Van - a joyous, funny, … Continue reading That’s what I’d do on a farm

On blooming

I've been watching these flowers for a week, and I think I prefer them like this. Big and heavy-headed, tender hearts open to the sky. They look so much redder and more alive than the prim little closed-up things they were. Lived-in. Like they've bloomed as far as they can go, and revelled in it. … Continue reading On blooming

Outside, the world

The beginning is always today. Mary Shelley Dear universe, I would like 2013 to open our eyes. Because one of the things I learned in 2012 was that I need more in my life than doing the dishes. It felt like Henry and I spent a lot of time indoors or buying groceries at Tesco. … Continue reading Outside, the world

Camera, action

I tend to insist on too many photos. I want to capture what I can see in case I can't remember it in perfect technicolour afterwards. I tried so hard in New York not to be an irritating tourist, and spoiled it all with the big black camera banging on my chest. There does come a … Continue reading Camera, action

Why Wordsworth Might’ve Been Right, After All

Here is a confession: I am a little in love with William Wordsworth. I know he’s been dead for a century and a half, yes. And that he was probably more than a little bit infatuated with his sister. The lovely nutter might’ve written three poems about daisies (!) but, oh, he knew something about … Continue reading Why Wordsworth Might’ve Been Right, After All