APRIL 2025: looking back

Don’t you love that I should be packing and instead I’m editing old photos and ideas?

This April’s season, perhaps in the autumn letting go, had me looking back on childhood. Everything felt nostalgic, in both warmth and loss.

I don’t know if it was the things I didn’t get to do as a child and romanticised. Or the things that I did with such joy, and have now turned away from. Or that which I had to let go of, but can now reclaim within and with my children.

Piggy backs and shoulder rides.
Ice creams way too early.
Too many kids in the hammock.
Unbrushed knots or stylin hairdos.
Easter egg hunts.
Apple picking for stars.

The funny thing is though… as a child… you’re barely look back. You’re just everywhere. Or here.

The opening poem of my book was a little of this. A bit of ‘bad’ english to some… or just my daughter’s expanding language expressing a moment and meaning much more than my limited brain could comprehend.

What is childhood to you?