Yesterday was a rough ride in our house, and I didn't have time to breathe, let alone blog, so here's stone #20, inspired by my 'lovely' day...
The screaming fades, the shouting becomes distant until all I can hear is a vague noise, and the whoosh-whoosh of my heart - as if I needed reminding I’m still alive.
The youngest member of the 'Tales' household is also the main source of the madness, having both feet firmly planted deep within the autistic spectrum. I had to change our plans for yesterday (horror of horrors), so thus had to endure a day-long ear-bashing as punishment.
One of my few successes of recent months has been to acquire a pair of ear-defenders for Tales-the-youngest, who has issues around sensitive hearing - sensitive, apart from (obviously) whenever I'm asking him to do anything. He loves wearing them, and the barrage of curious stares they attract are far preferable to the daggers-looks his bad behaviours usually attract. So in the mid of his scream-fest, I retrieved them from his schoolbag and popped them on. I didn't get away with this ruse for long, but it was worth it!
And here's today's...
Dainty pink stems sashay forth and scorn the season, unfurling their parasol leaves; at least, I think it’s a bit early for rhubarb.