September is the month of new starts, of a fresh academic year, and an unmistakeable feeling of a nice clean fresh sheet of paper set out in front of you ready to be filled with plans. Our metaphorical paper has been filled, to the point of scribbling in the margins in tiny writing, and it feels a world away from the long gentle days of the summer.
Work has been busy as everyone comes back from their holidays and starts getting stuck in with a back to school vengeance, and at home Kitty is loving her first term in her new school, and Elma’s only regret is that preschool doesn’t last longer. Pip is getting used to having Daddy all to himself, and John is getting used to Pip’s incessant requests to “play hockey Daddy!” at all times and in all places. Our days are full and the weeks seems to be zipping by at a vast rate of knots.
These pictures sum up September in more ways than one – the platform that the children are standing on is the base and balcony to their new playhouse. It was Pip’s birthday present from an assortment of family, it arrived in early September, and when it’s finished he and the girls are going to absolutely love it. So far H and I have made the base, and despite intention after intention to get it finished it just has’t happened yet. Hopefully we’ll have lovely weather this weekend and we can spend a bit of time getting it all up and organised and watertight before the rain really comes.
The busyness has meant that taking our Me and Mine pictures this month required a bit of effort, and more, than that, a continuing serious commitment to the project. We had days of lovely weather but we were all busy, or not all home, we had days when it rained and we were home but one of the children was out of sorts and not even slightly interested in taking photos, it’s been too hot, too sunny, too dark, too rainy and too much to try to organise while the children were distracted visiting family.
I’ve never missed a month since I first started this project, more than three years of watching our family grow month by month, and I just couldn’t bear the idea of not having a picture for September. In the grand scheme of world peace and things like that it’s a silly nonsense sort of thing, what does it matter if I skip a month? But silly or not, these pictures, this whole blog in fact, is an expression of my love for my family. It’s my gift to them that when they’re all grown up they can come back and read about just how muddy they used to get as little kids (clue: very!), or that the only way we could persuade Pip to stay on the platform while I ran back and forward to the camera was by putting a hockey stick up there with him.
And so at the end of a working day we rallied the troops, bribed them with jaffa cakes, and set up the camera.
Pictures from our garden, pictures that I’ve taken in some form or other a hundred times before, pictures that for all the effort required, neither John nor I would be without.
My little family, in September:
It’s been a while since I had a quality out-take but I couldn’t resist this one – having taken pictures with each of the three children held across us, we thought we’d try with Daddy …!