It has been a crazy non stop day.
There has been laughter and tears in the garden,
fighting over the rope swing,
a big four year old boy getting toys for his little brother,
playing with him.
There has been a scoot to the playground
where the light was beautiful and clear, where we sat by the Cound brook
and threw stones in.
There have been face pizzas and dropped scones for tea in the garden and then musical bumps to ‘boys don’t cry’.
It is 10.30 and the first time I have sat down.
My legs hurt but my heart brims.
#4
elisabeth pike 