I knew it wouldn't last so I took the children out on a little walk.
Well, a four mile stretch but I didn't tell them that before we left the house.
We walked part of my regular running route and it was so nice to go at a slower pace and spot the many things I would usually miss.
It was one of those joyous days where no plans were made, no money was spent, nobody moaned and we appreciated Spring.
Daffodils by the bus stop waiting for that extra bit of sun before bursting fully open, flowers by the roadside and in the hedgerows. Wellies up-cycled on gates and hanging from trees, willow trees hanging over streams by the farm and geese strutting through the green fields.
I fell a little bit more in love with this small corner of the world I call home. My dreams for a cottage reignited with a garden full of character. And the realisation I must look around more all of the time and appreciate the simple little things in life.
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