I was feeling a bit out of sorts today. Everything seemed to get the better of me and by lunchtime I was feeling thoroughly frazzled and ill-tempered. Not a great way to be on a Sunday, and if I wasn't benefiting from my foul mood neither was the family. D suggested that I take myself off for some me-time at the allotment. I had to run an errant anyway, the kids were playing, and boy#3 had refused to get properly dressed all morning and was clearly in no state to go out that very moment, and I gratefully accepted his suggestion.
So this is how I wound up at the allotment on a rather hazy and foggy Sunday, on my own, with a flask of peppermint tea and the camera. It was lovely. I cut some of the last autumn flowers and then I just sat and sipped my tea, and I was still for a while. Having this moment of quiet and calm felt very precious, and when 10 minutes later D arrived with the boys because they'd been adamant that they needed to come to help mummy at the allotment that felt equally precious and I was so happy to see them and to kiss their dear little faces and give them a cuddle. Sometimes all you need is a little moment to find yourself again.