Spot the kiddliwinks?
And so the summer holidays begin their long roll. Remember yours? Mine were long, happy days, scented with the dusty, hot smell of harvesting corn (and then burning stubble - I grew up in arable country in East Anglia.) And my fantasy is that my kids will have long, happy days, feeling feral, running wild around this little flower farm too.
People start kitchen table businesses for an endless list of reasons, and one of mine was that I wanted to work from home so that I would be around for the kids. Ha! I should have examined my mother's own kitchen table business (she made patchwork quilts for a living,) more carefully. I realise that my Mama arranged things so tht at the end of term she downed tools for the duration of the holidays, during which time she played perfect mama, rustling up amazing meals, thought of fun activities, took us on Anglia Holiday Club outings to the roller disco at the Corn Exchange in Cambridge and to the Scott Joplin ballet in the big top on Parkers Piece.