moments of quiet
As we come to the end of the summer holidays for my elder son, the last few precious days are disappearing in a flurry of laundry, lists, finding lost things (kilt socks, anyone?) and packing. We also have a busy three days ahead, with friends arriving from Spain tomorrow and several other events over the weekend, before school begins on Monday. In amongst the bustle, however, there are still odd moments of quiet to be found. Sometimes it’s when I escape into the woods with my son and the dogs, taking deep breaths of resinous air under the fir trees and looking at the subtle changes in the season. Other times it’s when I am absorbed in some quiet seasonal task, or just taking a precious few minutes – as now – to sit down with a cup of tea before the evening rush of homework (for my younger son), evening meal and boys’ bedtime. These moments are what keep us sane, don’t you think? Here are some illustrations of what I mean: fragments of peace and reflection in a busy day.
Placing apples from the garden to ripen on a windowsill in the larder.
Hanging up cut flowers to dry for winter flower arrangements.
Daily encounters with fungi…
and with deliciously scented late roses, flowering on the castle wall.
Picking the last of the blueberries and the first of the blackberries: delicious on morning granola.
And the small, pleasurable, daily ritual of making a proper pot of tea: two spoonfuls of Ceylon, one of Earl Grey, in a warmed teapot.
Delicious enjoyed in solitude; even better shared with someone you love. Best of all, a mug of tea and a lap full of soppy dog. (She seems rather taken by daddy’s new ‘grouse’ mug, doesn’t she?)
I hope that you, too, find some moments to stop…and br e e e athe this weekend.