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Friday, 16 November 2012

Autumn for Boys


Autumn; season of Mother waking and peeking around the curtain, praying she won’t find rain.  Like puppy dogs, small boys still need to run free, whatever the weather.  Thermal under layers are worn, hats, gloves, and down filled coats are found and fitted. "He’ll be too hot,” says Daddy, but Mother won’t hear of it. Hearing the constant repetition of the words “I’m cold” is as painful as wind whistling through her ears; she decrees that even the scooter must wear ear muffs.  


Autumn; season of den making and adventure. Of forays into dark woodland, possibly inhabited by Gruffalos, searching for fallen sticks and branches, with which to make secret hideaway houses.  Cold bark peeling from damp, branches reveals bugs underneath, met with bravery and the words; ‘I'm not scared’. An industrious spirit fills the cool air as big sticks, middle sized sticks and small sticks are lined up, perhaps against an old tree, in a lean-to fashion and first attempts at a bivouac are made. Later, proud faces look on admiring the rickety handiwork of a family effort. It’s not big enough for a grown up but splendid abode for a three year old miniature person.  ‘It’s perfect’ he says, satisfied.

Autumn; season for treasure hunting. Round, brown mahogany conkers grace the ground, with a patina so rich they appear to have been polished.  "Honkers" are the new best thing, filling every pocket, then magically reappearing in the drum of the washing machine.  A collection with no apparent purpose, other than the satisfying end result of being brought together en-masse; a conquest of conkers - filling a whole bucket.



Autumn, season of muddy wellies. Squelch, squelch, squelch. Ooops.  "Where’s my welly gone?"  Ah.  Stuck. In. The. Mud.  A cry from the observant mother bird; "Don’t put your foot do...w...n".  Too late.  Now, two muddy wellies, and one muddy sock.  "Let’s try and find a muddy puddle; wash the wellies off."  Hmmm. That puddle looks more like a lake, a swamp. “Watch out....”  Sp..l..a..s..h!  Oh no.



Autumn; season when mother tries to remember a plastic sheet for the boot of the car, minimising the damage of mud splattered footwear and raincoats. The time of year when little boys find themselves sitting in their underpants in the car on the way home, the heating set to full blast, because they’re just too filthy for Mother to allow them to do anything else.

Autumn; as a red button nosed, exhausted boy defrosts on the sofa late afternoon, Mother sneaks into the kitchen and savours the joy of warming her hands around the hot cup of tea she has looked forward to all day.  Never has a hot cuppa tasted so good.


Linking up for the final time, with the highly eloquent Older Mum in a Muddle and her fabulous #One Week meme.  Click on the badge below to discover wonderful descriptions and photographs of other people's autumn experiences and for information on how to join in during the 'winter' week.
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8 comments:

  1. Oh that was just lovely - and the photographs are gorgeous - beautiful colours - and they compliment each other very, very well. I especially like the gallery of three pictures at the top. And, that scooter looks very well worn! Lovely words and descriptions, and I really enjoyed the angle of this - autumn through the relationship between you and Pip, and through Pip's experience. Thank you so much for joining in #oneweek - it's been really great and such a fab turn out! XXX.

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    1. Thanks OM. Really enjoyed participating this week. x

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  2. Gruffalos? Didn't you know...? Lovely words and beautiful photos. It's been a great #oneweek

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    1. Thank you. It has been a great #oneweek.

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  3. Lovely post about all the wonderful things we do with our boys at this time of year. Particularly liked the bit about sitting in the car in underpants. We've done that several times, getting through a pack of wipes to get rid of the worst even before that. Great post.

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    1. I know! Underpants in the car on the way home...all part of being a boy growing up! x

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  4. Very jealous that you filled a bucket with conkers. We could hardly find any this year.

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