Miles likes to count. He likes to have a firm grip on the passing of time. He likes to ask number questions all the time; how long it is until I will pick him up from school, how long until lunch, how long until the night is over, how many minutes? How long until his next birthday? Next Christmas? His sister's birthday? And the thing is, he remembers, and counts down.
The weather was mild today and I opened the windows to let some fresh air in. Miles looked out wistfully and asked me: "How many days, mummy?" I wasn't sure what he meant. "Until what, Miles?" I asked. "Until spring? How many days until the winter is finished?"
I love Patty's picture. I can almost feel how much she is willing spring to start so she can begin watering her garden and watch things grow.
But it's not long now. I know we can wait. Together.
Have you spotted any signs of spring yet? Are you counting the days like Miles?
kirstin of fleeting moments.
waiting for spring by picture this/patty