Ramble

My Mum, my nephew Billy, Pops and as about as much of my sister that she would allow on camera

 Hello Lovelies.

Good grief but it's been a tad hectic around here. I have been rather absent blogwise this past week or so. So much to do, so little time seems to sum it up nicely. I hope to have a lovely catch up with all of your news this evening, but I'm dashing this off now while Pops is eating lunch and watching Despicable Me 2. Last week saw me go mad in the garden, complete my first (paid) gardening job and visit my family in Bristol for the bank holiday weekend. The evenings found me pottering in the evening light, and enjoying being outside until late.

I don't have a favourite month, but I do really love May. The hedgerows are waking up and putting on a show. My garden, too, is waking from it's slumbers and the perennials and herbaceous plants are starting to grow apace. West Cornwall is getting busier but it still feels like it belongs to me. I'm not ready to hand it over to all the summer visitors just yet.

We also have a lot of birthdays in May. The first being my Dad, who was seventy at the weekend. Marc and Sam also have birthdays this month, and so I am frantically trying to find suitable gifts for the pair of them. I must admit that I struggle with gifts for the men in my family. Men don't do frou frou, which I think is very remiss of them. It's either power tools or reference books here (yawn).

Pops and I had a brilliant time in Bristol. I only realise how much I miss the city that I was born and bred in when I return. It's a wonderful, vibrant place. And spending lots of time with my Mum, sister and nephews was the icing on the cake. We see so little of each other. I miss them very much. Pops had a ball with his nephews, and charmed the pants off of everyone else. Four is a great age to be cheeky and get away with it. He was sad to leave too. I was struck by how confident he is. He threw himself into cuddles and conversations without a hint of shyness. My older two have never been as outgoing, and I am revelling in Olly's outgoing personality.

I am also aware that this carefree life of ours together is now limited. September, and school is ever present in my mind. Only the other day I was thinking to myself that I should pop into the school office to buy a couple of school jumpers and polo shirts for him. The idea of him in uniform makes me feel so sad. To be shackled into the system at so young an age. Hopefully we will have a cracking summer here in the UK, and Pops and I can pootle off, and enjoy what's left of our time together.

Enough with the maudlin. I am needed. I made the mistake of buying an Alice Melvin cut out and make menagerie. A project for Pops and me. Except it's ridiculously fiddly, and I'm close to throwing it into the recycling. Hen, tortoise and owl are finished. Only an arkful of animals remain.

Leanne xx