When babies sleep in the middle of the day, it’s wonderful to spend time alone with a boy who, up until 15 months ago, was used to having our undivided attention.  Without venturing too far, there is novelty in having a picnic lunch in the little-used front garden.  He excitedly found the basket and chose the plastic cups and plates.  I threw together some wraps and fruit, and he purposefully strode forth carrying the basket.

After chatting, eating and laughing, a little head was laid in my lap for a few quiet moments.  The traffic noisily hummed outside our front fence, but inside our secret garden all was peaceful.

And yes, I know the lawn needs cutting …