I thought I might join Lucy in a bit of Blogtober blogging this month in the hope that it gets me taking more photos. I remember when I used to take a photo a day. Now I seem to go for ages without picking up my camera.
The sunny pictures above belie the true state of affairs here. The last of the home grown grapes have just been eaten and the pink flowers are slightly bedraggled now. The dahlias were rescued from the garden before the weather changed. Last weekend I was wearing shorts and sitting in the sun watching football, this week it was all torrential showers and thick coats.
The littlest boy's team have moved to a different pitch and I was able to watch his match from the car when it starting tipping down, which was utter bliss.
Imagine me there all warm and cosy with a flask of coffee watching the rain and pretending I can actually see the goals. The house has now reverted to its usual winter state of damp football boots sitting about the place. Shouldn't be surprised if you find me lighting a scented candle or two soon.
I am gearing myself up for a big year this year. The eldest will turn 18 soon and is applying for uni and doing A-levels and learning to drive and going away on his own, while the middle boy has GCSEs. If the eldest gets a uni place, then in a year he will be gone. I am very much of the opinion that it is never too early to start getting in a state about this stuff. He made a 'joking' remark about not ever coming home again and spending his holidays at uni as well. But who will do his washing? He's made a lot of jokes about beer and turning 18 too, which I am also ignoring. I always find the children move onto the next thing before I am quite ready for it.
I am already planning to text him endless photos of the dog sitting in the window looking bereft. That will get him back if nothing else does. And yes, I will stoop as low as I have to.