Just Not Ready

Sometimes something stops you in your tracks and makes you notice or remember or dance. I love the unexpected - the spontaneity. Just as I was about the throw out these more than dead minature daffs they sung out to me. The colour is still so vibrant, the detail so sharp. I just couldn't bring myself to do it - they're Just Not Ready for the bin.

I think there was a similar moment today when my girl announced that with holidays and exam leave she actually only has three and a half weeks left of school. I stopped dead - oh heck - I'm not sure either of us were ready for that statement.