I usually don't share photos of me - or if I do - it's an 'artfully' done shot without 'me' in it. However, when Eldest sent me this photograph from last year, it brought back so many memories.
It was during the lockdown - the first one, when the streets were empty and we kept behind our doors. The one that the boys came home and brought their girls and we became a bubble and the house and garden our entire world.
A time when a small and injured grey squirrel kit rescued our summer. We learnt to sew (and in my case reminded myself how to sew) and we crocheted, knitted and bonded.
It was the summer that the boys found work at a horticultural wholesalers which had managed to persuade the powers that be that their business was an essential one and should be open - well that was genius because as a nation gardening suddenly became our saviour. The boys have never worked so hard - so physically hard before loading potting soil, canes, plastic pots and the like into waiting vans ready to fill that need the nation had discovered.
This picture - of me, sitting on the floor in the sun - was a small moment in our own precious small world during a world wide event.
Thank you Eldest for capturing that moment xxxxx