This is my Noah. My Noah is a happy little soul and today he is mostly happy about playdough and the pretend oven I have just made him from a cardboard box! Simple fun, eh?
Anything seems more possible on a day like this and at the risk of sounding very 1950s housewife, I did enjoy hanging out my two loads of washing in the sunshine this morning, because the sheets will smell of spring later when I cosy up in them and the colder evening, and because it is a moment of peace outside the house. I am looking forward to getting out there and planting some seeds soon too.
We try every year to have a bountiful harvest of vegetables, but over the last 8 years our endeavours have usually been curtailed by either pregnancy or a newborn! Our best ever crops were the year my first was born. We commandeered a 6 foot wide piece of neglected land in between our flat and the boundary fence. It was tiny, and quite shady, but well protected from the wind, and south facing, which meant the sun heated up the wall behind the veg too. I remember Jonny feeding me copious amounts of spinach with or in every meal on my return from hospital after an emergency c-section. I ended up quite anemic and so Jonny took it on as a mission to fill me up with as much iron as possible!
Here we are, 5 children in all, and this may be the year that our veg grows, well nourished, weeded, properly pricked out at the right time and totally uneglected.....perhaps? And if it does, all it will have to contend with is the occasional football, bike, den building venture, water fight....Ah well, it's mostly about the enjoyment anyway, and the idea that we can produce food for our family from such a small space, as well as have room for a play fort for the boys,
a studio for me and a sunny patio and fire place for evening sausage sizzles!
Well, Two sleeping babies and a floor to sweep, so I will leave you to enjoy the sun while it lasts. XX