GOLDEN HOUR #016: searching for the shade

on seasons and our minds

Happy Sunday friends,

I’m writing this from my back garden, where, in lieu of a parasol, we’ve strung up some tarpaulin to give us a little more shade. This afternoon our daughter was out here in her swimming costume, playing in meat dishes that we’d filled with water. She kept on trying to balance them on top of one another, and created a very modern looking water-feature in the process. Perhaps she has a future as a landscape gardener? Quite a surprise given her lineage¹.

In the UK there is a keenly felt set of value-judgements that we hold about the weather. Warmth is good. Heat is glorious! Wet weather is bad, and so on. We like to be dramatic: IT WAS BOILING TODAY! You might exclaim, when it starts pushing 23 degrees. Another friend sent a message earlier on in the week saying that when it’s HOT HOT HOT next week we should go to the lido with the babies.

As I’ve written about before, last summer I experienced a period of postpartum anxiety and depression.