Smell that? It's spring!

Forgive me - my head is in a sleep deprived fog, so my spelling and grammar may be a little off. Not that I need an excuse. I proved at a recent game of cranium how weak my spelling skills are. Thank goodness for auto-spell check. I'm also finding it a little hard to focus as in one ear I have the sounds of my 3 year old throwing a tantrum in the bedroom because she doesn't want to clean up the books, and the other ear is filled with the newer and younger (and more annoying) sounds of high 5 as my 4 year old has some chill out time in front of the box. It's 4.30 on a Thursday and I've already poured myself a bourbon. And it tastes gooood. In fact it's nearly finished.

Today the sleepy town of Ashburton the day was warmed by the sun and the sky was that beautiful blue that I have been missing. As I ran this morning I took notice of every tree dotted with blossom and every patch of dormant daffodils and it lifted my mood dramatically. God I miss Spring. But it's nearly here! And with it, the promise of fun photo shoots outside and of course, wedding season. Ah, I love weddings. And Christmas! I am fighting the urge to Christmas craft up a storm with Taryn. That's right. In August. I'm a bit of a freak that way. But I will hold off and block all Christmasy thoughts until the end of October or perhaps November. That's a little bit less crazy. The funny thing is, I don't actually mind admitting I'm a little bit nuts. Or as I like to think of it - charmingly eccentric. Though I guess all of us have some peculiarities that we hide from others. One of my friends is a little OCD - she must rub one hand the same way that the other hand was rubbed. Another is a border-line hoarder. One is terrified of anchors and my mother is really bothered if the washing is 'hung out wrong'. 

I love it though. It certainly makes us interesting. Though there are days when I feel not so interesting and in fact, down right boring - like the time my husbands new mates came round on a Friday night and I was in my nanna cardy and my house jeans that the fly won't stay up, slippers and oh yeah, I was sewing a cushion cover. Yeah.  I'm awesome.

But I digress. If I was a teacher I'd be one of those ones that the kids could steer of track easily so you end up talking about some concert for the entire lesson instead of the Berlin Wall. My history teacher was a classic for that, which probably has something to do with the fact that I know very little on the subject. But, there I go again.

I was talking about the promise of spring, and the hope and joy it brings, although now I am less motivated to talk about it, much like the Berlin Wall. So I won't go on about it - Spring Rocks. 

 

Enough said.