Yesterday O and I went Christmas shopping and then on to meet Auntie Alison at the Diaghilev exhibition at the V&A, which was excellent. I would highly recommend it to anyone interested in ballet, theatre or early 20th Century music and art. O enjoyed it too, although it was a HUGE exhibition and she flagged towards the end.
The family calendar is looking rather full for the next few weeks too. That'll be Christmas. Between the four of us we have this ballet, this Christmas market, a school Christmas play, visits to grandparents and cousins, meeting up with friends, celebratory meals and this half-marathon all lined up before Christmas Eve.
So today seemed precious. An ordinary, quiet Sunday with nothing planned beyond a few household chores and some relaxation.
This morning I raked up the last of the leaves from our poor, mangled, snow-sodden lawn, and I cleaned out the eglu. As is always the way with garden chores, I put them off for far too long, thinking how cold and boring they will be, and then end up thrilled and energised after I've done them.
This morning as I pulled leaves out of the flower-bed I discovered vivid, green bulb shoots amongst the mess and mud, which were certainly worthy of a photo.