There comes a point in ever Summer when the balance tips from having a luxurious spread of freedom ahead to countdown mode. Only three weeks until school begins again. Three short weeks which have to accommodate four full on days of Athletics training, a pre-season Rugby camp, the dentist for three of us and a set of filmmaking classes courtesy of the Apple genius people. And then school shoes to buy, pencil cases to fill and nametapes to sew on. We need to pay the balance on the bus fare account and make sure we do a walking safari so Mark doesn't get lost on his first day.
The usual minutiae of family life. None of it particulary difficult. The challenge lies in getting it done while retaining the lightheartedness of early summer. That feeling of endless possibility.
Personally, I do planning and beginnings better than countdown and endings. The latter speaks too much of 'could-have-beens'.
These blooms - not mine, but could have been, if my pot if seedlings hadn't turned out to be garden peas instead. I ate them and have moved on to contemplation of the Autumn bulb catalogues. Sometimes, the best part of the turning of the calendar pages is the chance to have another go.