Walking back home today at a snail’s pace with the Tiniest Soup, we bumped into a chatty neighbour. She wanted to know if I was taking part in something in the neighbourhood. Alas, said I, if I had the money for that, then I wouldn’t be wearing these tatty old trousers.
We were supposed to be going out in the car this morning, but we decided to skip that and make the most of the sunshine. Tiniest Soup put wellies on to stamp about the garden while I hung the out washing. Then Tiniest watered everything in sight, and stamped about in the puddles this made. Then sat down in the puddles to do some close-up splashing while I hacked back the foliage. While Tiniest was talking to the worms, I found a few end-of-season raspberries that had escaped the wasps and the birds. Tiniest put them in the basket and we headed back to the house where the worst of the mud was wiped off Tiniest’s face, although it was quickly replaced by fresh raspberry juice and a big smile.
It is the little moments like this that are so heart-stoppingly beautiful. Too much structured running-around and they never have chance to happen. If I worked more then I could probably afford better trousers, but I’d have missed that priceless mud-and-raspberry smile.
And the tatty old trousers got filthy anyway…
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