Anticipation...

They say that anticipation is half the pleasure, but I don't think that's the case this time.

We woke up on Monday morning to glorious sunshine.  Tuesday was the same.  Wednesday started out a little cloudy, but the skies soon cleared.  And today--well, I haven't been out yet but it looks simply beautiful.  And all of a sudden I can almost taste the lovely English spring and languid English summer.

I am looking forward to long, sun drenched days with the kids.  Martin will be working long hours, so I will have at least three days, usually four, a week totally on my own with Dylan and Edith.  I'm picturing myself in the kitchen, carrying out household chores, with the back door open and those two playing out in the garden.  I'm seeing us going to the park and visiting the grounds at Normanby Hall.  I'm thinking about going berry picking and making jam, feeding the ducks, playing with the Munday children, walking across the Humber bridge, and having picnics and barbeques.

Although I honestly don't want to wish Edith's baby-hood away, I am really hoping that she's walking in the next 6 to 8 weeks.  This could be the best summer yet!