It wouldn’t be summer without the obligatory ‘bee collecting pollen among meadow grass’ photo would it? It’s the kind of image I’ve taken many times in the past but there is some significance to this picture.
Within walking distance of where we live is a small patch of land that has been given over to meadow grass. Over recent weeks the flowers have bloomed. I’d been meaning to get over there with my camera for some time as it looked like a photographer’s paradise.
It sounds pathetic, but even though this land is just a few minutes away, I simply hadn’t found the time. Lockdown was a quiet, relaxed time at first, but as we’ve neared the end of the school term I have been outrageously busy.
Thankfully, things have become a bit more manageable. My kids’ school broke up this week so homeschooling ended for Izzy and the face to face lessons Helen had been having as a Year Six pupil also came to an end. With that pressure having been relieved, it’s no coincidence that I managed to pay a visit to the meadow grass and snapped this colourful image.
If you had been there, you would have witnessed a comical scene. I had been running round the patch chasing the many butterflies that were fluttering around the flowers. Not onIy was I chasing them, but on more than one occasion I found myself talking to the butterflies, issuing them instructions as if they were models.
Oddly, they didn’t comply. The bees, however, did a better job of staying in one place long enough for me to get a picture. Instead of butterflies, I got this picture which I am satisfied with on the basis of the vibrant colours on display, plus the details on the bee.
After weeks of building up to the the start of the holidays, it feels great to have got to this point and to have time to appreciate something as simple as a patch of meadow grass. The aim now, after such a turbulent few months, is simply to have some fun with the children and relax. I’m also hoping for an as-normal-as-possible start to the 2020/21 academic year in September.
The start of the summer break was particularly significant for Helen. It finally marked the end of her primary education. For the second time this year she walked out of primary school with no intention of returning as a pupil.
The school did all it could to make it a celebration. A marquee had kindly been loaned from the organisers of a local beer festival and a socially distanced leaver’s assembly was held inside it, although parents could not attend and had to watch a recording (needless to say, the beer festival is a non-starter this year).
Equally impressively, the school had also commandeered an ice cream van and all the Year Six pupils were given an ice cream before the teachers led them out to a nearby park. Mums and dads had been secretly told to line the streets and clap and cheer as they passed.
The children saw out a couple of hours in the park with their primary school friends in glorious sunshine one final time. Yes there were some tears, but it was the best end to primary school they could possibly have had during this weird era in which we are living.