Yesterday was Kaya’s spring festival at kindergarten. A room full of proud children and even prouder parents.
Kaya, sitting with his back to the small audience, turning around every two minutes, waving and blowing kisses.
He was a little seed in the pageant. Sigh.
He was supposed to be sleeping in the earth, while King Winter still ruled, before Lady Spring arrived. Instead he turned and reprimanded me in a whisper (that was much too loud to be classes as a whisper), because I had taken his kindergarten slippers home the day before. “And now I have to be in my socks, Mama!”
At the end, every child was given their Easter basket with their dyed eggs, growing seeds, flower child and – the children gasping collectively – three chocolate eggs. Guess how long they lasted.
It is still winter in our seasonal corner at home. But even outside feels like soon it might not just be spring on the calendar, so that must change. We can use a bit of spring.
Today we will make time to cut a few little branches, pick some of those daffodils in the front garden. They are called ‘Osterglocken’ in German, Easter bells, and they are ringing.
I own a yellow dress that I have been wearing every Easter for years, because that’s when I know spring is here!
I have started my spring-clean clear-out in a bid to get ourselves organised before the move. The first bags have gone to the bin, the charity shop, to be sold or given away.
That feels good.
I’d like to thank you all for your kind words and thoughts after Tuesday’s post. It is easy to feel downhearted, but deep down I know it’ll be alright. Of course.
I’m not sure who said it (my mum does, but probably someone else before her): “Everything will be alright in the end. If it’s not alright it’s not the end.”
And so I am starting to feel my way into this new beginning, this new spring and what it might bring for us. A few hiccups, surely, but hopefully also a lot of sunshine and new buds.