What we have found is that we are suddenly so much more aware of what is going on around us. We hear the sirens wailing along Newton Road, we hear the birds rustling in the trees, we’ve even discovered hedgehogs in the garden that we had no idea were living there. Cocooned inside the house, remote control in hand, we have shut ourselves away from the life on our doorstep without even realising it.
I suspect that we are not the only ones. We lead such busy lives that sometimes all we want to do is come home from work and collapse on our sofas to forget about the day we’ve had. We live for the weekends when we can do what we want to do – often to find that it rains and our plans are spoiled. The light nights and fine weather have given us extra time to do those chores that would normally wait for the weekend leaving us free to head for beaches, fill paddling pools and meet up with friends. The sunshine has been a gift, albeit one which must be treated with respect and plenty of Factor 30 suncream.
This summer, we all know that the rain will come again and probably much too soon for those who aren’t fretting about our gardens and overheated pets. It’s just another cycle of life, like our children growing up, the seasons changing and school terms starting and ending. The change doesn’t suit everybody, but whether we like it or not, it happens just the same. Being able to sit outside in the evenings has somehow slowed down that cycle. Instead of waiting for the weekends when work and school is over, we have been able to experience that weekend “down” time at night. This, too, has been a gift and one that I have been very grateful for.