Life lately has been pancakes for breakfast. Baking, often. Long stretches of child-led play. Cold walks with mittens and hats, spotting the first signs of spring and road-testing a new balance bike. Planning. Piles of books snuggled under the duvet. Deliberations about naps – to drop, or not to drop? To wake, or not to wake? (I never wake). Bird spotting. Puddle jumping, mud squelching, searching through leaf litter for bugs. Wiped noses, wiped fingers. Tea. Bulbs on the tables. Slow decluttering. Slow mornings. Slow days.