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Name:VintagePretty
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An avid tea-drinker who likes nutmeg in her coffee and warm lavender-scented quilts. She knits, crochets and partakes in random acts of craftiness (and kindness). She likes obscure works of literature, philosophy and the idea that her mind exists separately from her body. She enjoys moving furniture around, literary criticism and baking bread. She writes haiku about nettles, would like to swim with seals and become completely self-sufficient. She writes as if her life depends on it, listens to beautiful music, and loves her darling husband Mr. VP.

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Sunday 9 April 2017

These afternoons of ours

Our routines have changed a good bit since Baby VP made her arrival, but for the last few months we’ve had pretty much the same routine and it’s been really nice. It gives our days some predictability and now that the days are a bit longer, it gives us a good stretch of afternoon to fill. It’s been a bit difficult in winter, with the short days, to do much at all, but now it’s April and the days are long and bright, we have been trying to make the most of the sun and the warmth by going to lots of countryside places.

Sometimes, I even rope my mum in to coming too. We often grab a coffee to drink on the go as we try to keep up with the clockwork legs of my little toddler. Occasionally, I will actually remember to bring my camera and I will manage a few pictures (not often tho!). And oh what flowers I did capture! Camellia blossoms in full, glossy-leafed beauty; what I think is a choisya, whose strong mock-orange smell wafted on the breeze; and giant snowdrops as tall as the fritillaria imperialis they sit next to. Huge. But absolutely gorgeous and so delicate despite their size.

I wonder what Baby VP will remember of these afternoons of ours; I doubt she’ll remember the choisya or the camellia but I hope she will forever remember the carefree afternoons of running under giant trees; or exploring endlessly enormous gardens or the long sandy beaches so big they could go on forever. I know I treasure every afternoon of ours.

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