From Summer to Autumn, From Baby to Boy

This came up on my Timehop app this morning and I thought how very apt for Throwback Thursday, and also because a year has passed since I wrote this, and my little man is now 3. Tomorrow he starts pre-school! Like I predicted, that year really did go past in the blink of an eye…

The Glorious Outsiders

You can’t see changes as they happen.

You only really see it once it’s gone. One moment it’s glorious summer. The grass is dry, the day is long, and everywhere you go it is bright, and green. From the twisty lane, stuffed tight and expanding quickly with ferns, nettles, sorrel and blackberry. To the rows of Oaks and Sycamores, filling the skyline, creating a wall of green, a canopy of leaves. And then suddenly it’s Autumn. The nights are drawing in. The mornings begin to chill. And it’s the same with you. Because there is no straight line between baby and boy. There is no sudden, glaring realisation, only a season of subtle, bitter sweet changes.

As August made way for September, it seemed like the leaves were in a hurry to come down, as was the rain. On the first day of the new Autumn month, we picked leaves…

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