feast or famine

I've just realised I have put myself in the position of having to post a blog every day for the rest of the month to keep my weird 21-19-etc-recurring post numbers challenge on the table. So having ignored you for ten days, I am now going to bombard you mercilessly with constant content.
Today it's easy though, because it's been a joy of a day. The weather was hot, but with a hint of a breeze just to stop us feeling completely overheated. It felt like SUMMER and it was wonderful. My eldest son Mathew seems to have inherited my SAD and also a lot of my loves, many of which come to fruition in Springtime. So he was happily charging around when we went for out a walk in the woods today, and the only slight drop in his mood came when we refused to let him go for a paddle in a rancid looking pond full of standing water. Bless him.
Tonight we ate too much, then after the boys were in bed, Philippa and I got to sit in the garden with a gorgeous sunset in one direction and a bright full moon in the other. What a time to be alive.

RC 11-5-25