The weather this week has jumped with joyful spring from wet and bit chilly and not terribly enticing, to glorious hot wall to wall sunshine. It was exactly as you would want an English summer to be; deep blue skies peppered with little fluffy white clouds, the trees casting a cool green shade over the back of the garden, and the sounds of squeals of laughter from the school on the hill, carrying all the way down through the village in the still air.
It was perfect. And as perfect can only be topped by a picnic, or some sort of eating outside we laid the table on the patio, crammed around it with as many friends as would fit without moving the table away from the wall and settled in to enjoy ourselves.
We ate lunch, then shoved everything hurriedly in the house and headed for the park. If it had been hot at home it was nothing on the playing fields, where black bouncy rubber shimmered in a steaming mirage.
Kitty and Elma played while Pip swung gently but we didn’t stay too long, for the first time this year it was just too hot to stay out for long, Kitty and Elma started to look decidedly hot and unhappy.
We detoured via the village shop for ice lollies but when even that and a little time sat in the shade didn’t do the trick I rummaged in the bottom of the freezer for another round of ice lollies.
And as we sat in the garden, the girls wandering around while Pip chased them ever ready to sneak a lick of any stray ice, it was one of those moments of parenting that are so often so very fleeting, those moments of pure happiness when you want time to freeze and to be bottled for the future.
And I know it sounds silly to want to just stay in that moment forever; eventually the sisters would find something to squall over, or Pip would start up a wail of protest if he noticed that someone else had food and he didn’t, but watching them potter round, eating their ice lollies and slowly cooling back to normal, I didn’t want to move a muscle. Everyone and everything was exactly who and where they should be, It was the epitome of how I had imagined long lazy summers as a family of five and it was perfect.
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