School started in full force on Monday and I wasn’t quite ready. I spent most of Monday thinking it was Tuesday and a large part of yesterday thinking it was Wednesday. Who knows what that was all about? I think it’s just wishful thinking that I’m closer to Friday again!
Hello, September! I don’t know how you got here so quickly? I wasn’t ready for you. I’m still not ready for you. I’m not quite prepared for the call of back to school, to the change of pace that brings. No more afternoons spent reading books in the woods or strolls that end with cake and coffee or living in the moment of summer, music playing late into the night and burning candles slowly becoming the only light as evening quietly closes in. The march of back to school is its own drum, I was having too much summer fun and I’m not quite ready for it to start beating again, but we will find our rhythm to this beat again, as we do in all seasons.
It was back to school for our household this morning. I don’t think either of us were quite ready for the alarm to go off.
It is a deliciously cool morning, but the sun is shining. Of course the week we go back to school the weather decides that it’s going to be perfect all week! And even give us a mini heat wave. Where was this gorgeously sunny weather when we were off? Oh well, rain and springtime in England go hand in hand.
Over the course of last week and into the weekend we varied between a mixture of 70s music we’ve been listening to and Françoise Hardy albums. Tous Les Garçonset les Filles is one of my personal favourites of her songs along with Le Temps De L’amour.
I discovered this film the other week. It’s incredible to me that they created this in 1962. Now, I know that music being put to film in the form of a “music video” has existed since the 1920s; but I just find this completely cool, that this video was created and once it aired on TV it became a hit. A music video long before MTV came along. It is gorgeously sung, slightly abstract and completely French! Her hair even looks so perfectly French as she is swinging back and forth.
Here’s to Friday, may it come quicker than normal!
There is a different pace to Sunday mornings. We are usually up early and out the door, rain or shine. There is a different feel to Sundays. You know the weekend is wrapping up, there are things to prep for Monday, there are last minute chores to be done. It has a flow all its own.
This morning, we opted for a quiet Sunday morning. Mr. Michie made coffee; I made smashed avocado toast. We lit the candles, listened to music, worked on the crossword. The Sunday before going back to work after a school break, to me, is always filled with a tinge of sadness. For I am selfish with my time with him. I like moving to our own pace, I like not having rules to our days.
Tomorrow is back to work for him and a mini adventure for me. Here’s to Sunday, may we pack it full of life before the sun sets.
The house got a quick “spit and a polish” yesterday. Things were put away and tidied up. Christmas is still up and will remain that way until the weekend. We always keep things up till after Epiphany. To be honest, I normally keep them up a bit longer. But not this year, I will have to be good and put everything away till next Christmas as we have some New Year’s work to be done in the cottage. That’s what happens when a pipe bursts! Luckily the damage appears minimal, but we’ll have to wait and see.
We didn’t sleep a wink last night with “Storm Eleanor”. We had wind gusts of over 70mph. We watched things fly by from our window. I saw a neighbours gutter get ripped off and fly down the street. Garbage cans were rolling down the road like they were in some kind of race and the wind was so hard, it sounded like someone was punching down the door. But our little cottage held her own.
Today was back to school day. I don’t think I was ready. I never am. So here’s to a short work week and here’s to the weekend, may it arrive quicker than I can blink!
This morning brought our glorious Easter break to a close. It was back to school for Mr. Michie. I don’t think I was ready for that. We’ve had a wonderful “staycation” just the two of us. Getting things done around the house, cooking together, watching movies, listening to music and doing some school work here and there. It has been so nice to just move to our own beat.
But this morning the alarm went off at five and just like that, the carriage turned back to a pumpkin. It’s cool this morning and damp. I tended our little garden while Mr. Michie made coffee. Among a few things we had gotten at the nursery was a mixed pack of ranunculus, so other than a red and a pink that were already starting to bloom, I didn’t know what we would get. The buds are beginning to fill out on the other plants and it looks like we have a few white and yellow flowers in there. So the garden is starting to feel very “Spring” like and very colourful.
After kissing Mr. Michie goodbye this morning, I sat down for five minutes with my cup of coffee to read the news and plan my day. I decided to live on the wild side and hit the shuffle button on my music. Neil Young’s “Down By The River”, was the first thing to come on and considering this is one of my favourite Neil Young songs, I’m gonna take this as a sign, that it’s gonna be a good day!
I couldn’t sleep a wink last night, I just lay there thinking of all the things I needed to do first thing in the morning and then on my way to work and then my list for my first day back to work, once I got in school. At some point my head was going to start spinning and I was going to spew green. I finally took a deep breath and closed my eyes not long before 4am only to hear the alarm go off an hour later.
I don’t think I was ready to go back to work, but are you ever? I have been having too much fun with Mr. Michie while on Christmas Vacation. Well, onwards and upwards!