Kitty has a new pair of wellies. With the weather we’ve had for the past couple of weeks sandals have just stopped cutting it any more, and you know you really need to do something about it when you find yourself packing slippers for her to change into at church on Sunday on the basis that her feet are going to get soaked on the short walk through the village.
Happily for all of us, when presented with a pair of blue flowery wellies that fit, and have big pink bows on the side (the bows are very very important) she was more than happy to stop trying to cram her feet into her two sizes too small but much loved Hello Kitty boots.
And even though they might not be the most practical footwear for running around in August, there’s a part of me that loves that she was so keen to wear them she put them on in the car on the way home, had to have them neatly lined up next to her bed that night, and then wore them to nursery.
And then when Elma started to waddle around in Kitty’s old boots (just the five sizes too small) and with a good two sizes to grow before Kit’s first boots would be in with a shout of fitting there was nothing to do but go shopping and then go in search of mud.
I’d love to think it would be difficult to find a good proper puddle in August, but it seems cooler now, almost a touch autumnal, and the breeze that curls around our house is sending grey clouds scudding in, not those soft fluffy slow movers of a couple of weeks ago.
I’m hoping we haven’t waved bye bye to the summer; it’s been glorious this year, even in the days of the highest humidity, and even as there is so much to love about autumn I’m not quite ready to move on.
Perhaps there is a reminder in the summer rain, a gentle nudge to us all to stop us becoming complacent, to show that lovely as all this sunshine is, we can never truly rely on it, not if you want to keep living in England you can’t. It’s the prompt we need to make the most of it, a reminder of those cool damp autumn days to come, and then the winter, when twinkle lights and the excitement of Christmas can only do so much to shine into the darkness; that it won’t be so easy to just pack up and head out when out means waterproofs and wellies and warm socks and hats, not a smear of suncream.
The days are coming when outside means pink cheeks and short bursts of fresh air and never forgetting the waterproof trousers, and I know I’ll love it in it’s own crisp and beautiful way; but it also means dreary days, days of these four walls and the challenge to make it work.
And so for now I think I’m grateful to the summer rain to counterpoint the sunshine, to bring the temperature down (and yes, I am grateful for that – sorry everyone else), and to remind me that as soon as it stops raining and drys up we’re going to be straight outdoors again to make the most of it while we can!
And I think that means Mummy’s going to need some wellies to match.