frangipani flower



… a little burst of sunshine.

© words and image Emily Hughes, 2015


Mud+snot+four-year-olds just seem to go together.
Today was a day full of both. All three, actually I should say (apart from the fact that all of my days are full of four-year-olds). I handed out tissues to catch runny noses and cleaned muddy boots before I lined them up neatly. I made snowflakes and drank pretend tea from tiny plastic cups. I praised and I scolded in equal measure. I drew fire engines, read story books about libraries and witches and potties. I mopped up spilled milk. I tidied up toys, endless toys. I opened drinks and sandwich boxes and coaxed little people to fill their tummies with just a few more bites. I built a pretend snowman and flew in the air, waving to the people and houses below. I cast magic spells on impish children who were frogs and trains and racing cars. I sang. I sing every day with a kind of forced, manic joviality that one must have around four-year-olds who are tired and grumpy and want their lunch or just want to go home and watch cbeebies. Songs about sheep and monkeys and stars. Always stars.

The rain fell. Hence the mud. The sky stayed grey.

I’m still waiting for the sun.

Maybe tomorrow?

I don’t think I have ever mentioned in my blog that I work with a girl who is visually impaired. Her favourite colour is yellow. Sunshine yellow. She chooses it every time over any shade of baby blue or girly pink or fire-engine red. I print all of her work on yellow because it seems that her searching eyes find it easier to rest on that gentle, warm colour than the stark glare of white.

(Last year I started a little series of posts themed around colour)

© images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2013

Flower Friday

Something a bit cheery for today I think. It’s been such a wet and miserable week (for a change).

Off to a music festival this weekend with Alex. I have my wellies and waterproof at the ready (but I’m praying hard for sunshine), and my super-organised husband has laid out the camping equipment. Come Sunday I’m sure I’ll be exhausted and smelly, and thankful for my bed.

Happy weekend everyone!


© Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2012

After the rain

At last! The rain has given us glorious pause and the sun shone all day. There were times I thought she would give up and let the grey clouds swallow her up again, but she didn’t. How welcome was this sunshine after two dreary weeks of rain! I decided to go for a walk into town via the scenic route and I took some snaps with my trusty ‘phone along the way.

I hope you don’t mind, I just wanted to share this moment with you:

Somehow, after the rain, the air feels fresher. New smells fill my nostrils. The warm musty sweetness of Spring reawakening. Earthy-mineral tones rise up and mingle with the honey-rich blossom. There is nothing more delicious than the smell of the world waking up after the rain. The colours are vibrating, reinvigorated. Everywhere is animated and teaming with life generously renewed by the rain. The trees stand taller; the grass prouder; the bees are buzzier; the blossom frothier.

Welcome back fluffy white, cornflower blue, lush green, sunshine yellow and candyfloss pink! It’s been far too dull here of late! Welcome back Spring!

© Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2012

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