The Easter holidays arrived and still the persistent drizzle dominated most of the half-term break. However, the endless bounty of Easter eggs, film watching and cuddles did much to lift the spirits. Snuggling indoors as the rain hammers against the window does something curious to the soul. You feel safe indoors and you find yourself moving at a slower pace, the minutes stretch into hours and before you know it you are at lunchtime and still in your pyjamas. If you can’t move at a slower pace during the school holidays, when can you?
Getting Outside Again
Finally, towards the end of the Easter holidays the weather forecast promised a weekend of sunnier temperatures. We cheered as the weather forecaster announced that Jersey would be hotter than Greece. Immediately we bundled ourselves into the car and trundled down the narrow country lanes to our nearest garden centre. Moving house means that we finally have a small garden and we have been impatiently waiting for the day when we can get outside and enjoy it. We bought two games for the garden and headed home. However, in typical fashion, the mist had now rolled in and there was a cold nip in the air. The children refused to be deterred and headed outdoors where they played for hours. I’m not sure what the neighbouring houses in the hamlet thought of the loud shrieks and laughs that filled the air, cutting through the fog.
The next day we finally saw sunshine and so we hurried to the shops for coal for our BBQ. The lightning of the BBQ signals the start of spring in our house and everyone was very excited to get the barbecue lit. The temperatures were still hardly roasting and there might have been a chill in the air but we didn’t care. We loaded the Webber with sausages and burgers and listened to them sizzle as we sipped on cold drinks and enjoyed the view. We then feasted and ate so much that we had to roll ourselves away from the table. Youngest cradled her tummy and announced she was pregnant with a food baby. We decided that there was only one thing for it, we would have to walk off our dinner. We arrived to find the local beach deserted. The tide was just going out and we had a slither of clean sand that had been kindly washed by the sea. On the horizon the sun made its slow descent, casting the beach in an almost ethereal glow. It should have been a peaceful scene with the waves lapping but our children were playing a rather aggressive game of catch and their outraged shouts hung in the air before they floated out to sea and over towards the French coast, which we could just make out on the horizon.
The End Of The Holidays
Back home, they went to bed and fell into a deep slumber straight away. I made a mental note to take them to the beach every evening during the summer holidays. The sea air seems to do the trick when it comes to encouraging sleepy eyes to finally close. Now the Easter holidays are over and the children have gone back to school. It’s their first day back and typically it’s the first real day of sunshine. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, just bright blue for as far as the eye can see. It seems that the blossom has come out overnight and our garden is starting to come to life. I can spy daffodils and bluebells gently waving, and there is a friendly Robin flitting around. I am sat in the conservatory typing as freshly washed clothes dry on the rack. It smells a bit like I have stumbled into a launderette and it prompts a memory that is prickling but I can’t quite bring it to the surface.
The sounds of children laughing and playing has been replaced by birdsong. It occurs to be that the birds are also clearly delighted that spring has finally arrived and they are clearly celebrating. In the field behind our house I can see the farmer walking his field as he checks on how his Jersey Royals are doing. The warm sunshine makes me feel drowsy and if I gave into temptation and shut my eyes, I would no doubt fall asleep into a satisfying slumber.
As I type and listen to the birds chirping, I realise that I am feeling very content. Thank goodness Spring has finally sprung.