The warmth of spring encourages us to dream of trips both short and long, sun-drenched moments amongst green fields and luxuries. An elogy to the slow things in life.
Spring brings with it a boisterous desire for getting away from it all; planning short or long trips away that might be able to give us that feeling of sun on your cheeks, or simply new discoveries. A break for you and your family. The countryside is the most magical place in the world in spring and summer because here’s where you can appreciate the land with its fruit ready to be hand-picked. Right there, between the first baby pea-pods and the little flowers that herald late summer tomatoes, that’s where our memories of summer take us, towards Friuli in the North with its Merlot and a little towards the hills of Piemonte with their sweet Dolcetto wine, and from the East to the West.
That’s where our imaginings take us when we think of getting away with the family, the knowledge that the kids can run free barefoot, without worrying how much mud they get under their nails, leaving us sprawled under a tree with that lovely feeling of nothing to do, nose towards the clear blue sky.
It’s worth remembering that even the countryside has its little problems…the bucolic atmosphere also brings with it unavoidable stinging insects (see under wasps/horseflies) and how well we remember the screaming Funky Kids running at a thousand miles per hour: “Muuuuummm…, a waaaasp….!” Generally these moments must occur just at the point when you have decided that reading “is possible”, but alas no! It is also the case that those lovely tomato plants will be ravaged mercilessly by tiny hands, and that someone will have to try their best to teach the poor parrot unlikely versions of the Peppa Pig theme tune.
But in spite of all of this the desire to spread yourself out on a lounger or on the grass will remain, with the snot-bubble forming of he or she who has decided on an outdoor snooze in spite of the screams, the draughts and the insects.
“The Business of Relaxing” , there may be a lot of work to be done to really make it happen, but on the whole the worst that will happen is that you find your son covered in mud and with a smile indelibly stamped on his face. The joy of spending a few days with a hybrid, halfway between a scarecrow and a mini human being.
Hooray for the spring, and hooray for the countryside!
Guest Blogger: Le Funky Mamas