Tea time

The brief interlude between the soft showers gave her the moments that she needed. When they all dashed back outside again into the surprisingly warm sun. Warm for April. It made a sauna of the garden.
She watched as they tumbled over and swung about, gales of giggles as bottoms got damp on slides and swings, cheeks that rosied with happiness.
And she sighed and sipped her tea, dunked her biscuit and savoured the freedom.
Theirs and hers.
Because she knew that it was only for a moment, one day they’d be grown and gone; then she’d have too much time for tea.


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