What goes down, must come up.


The town where I live rests between two steep hills. We live on the top of one hill. The kindergarten is on the top of the other.

So I suppose it’s a matter of perspective – an absolute b#%ch of a walk, or an ideal way to fit a decent workout into my life.

Today, I chose the latter view. With skies blue enough to inspire the likes of Ella Fitzgerald, I got my inactive arse off the couch and walked the beautiful tree lined streets to J5’s kindergarten. It was wonderful! I was essentially drunk on vitamin D.

I’m slightly obsessed with trees.
Little R2 has a toy camera and it gives me such joy to see him taking pretend photos of trees like his mum. I can’t help it – I just find their winter branches spectacular.

Lovely limbs, all connected, stretching up and out in search of sun and sky.

Remember how Rumplestiltskin asked for straw to be spun into gold?

I think I found his gold… Stunning!

I’m proud of myself for tackling those hills today. It felt like the first step towards curing myself of a hearty dose of the winter blues. What goes down, must come up.