The Times They Are A Changin'...

And I'm not just talking about the lengthening of the days, change of seasons or month. But while we're on the subject, isn't it lovely to have some sunshine, proper daylight. A day that doesn't abruptly end at 4pm but gives you a couple of hours extra playtime. It's not so much the cold weather that I don't like, it's the greyness of the days that has got to me this past winter.
Here in the Roses household changes are afoot.



The hands on the clock seem to be moving ever faster, Little Sister this week found out where she will be going to Secondary School in September, now how did that happen? A friend came to visit on the day the letters came home to parents informing us of the new schools and she couldn't believe that it had been nearly eleven years since the day she was born. Eleven years since she came round to take Big Sister out for a special treat whilst the midwives called to check on the newest Rose... That day was a day that time stood still, a day of dreaminess and sunshine. So now I have one daughter counting the days to start secondary school and the other counting the days to Sixth Form, it's rather like being Wonderland at the moment, I get the distinct feeling that they've both drunk from the "Drink Me" bottle and have got too big too quickly...



But there have been signs along the way - the days of pink are no more. Her pink bedroom had to go apparently (a sure sign if ever there was one of a blooming Rose), so one weekend, whilst she was at a sleepover I had the Mad Hatter of an idea to paint her room to surprise her. Saturday night and Sunday morning found me spattered in blue paint, well actually "Summer Medley" to be precise, eager in my anticipation to see her face at the grand reveal.


She was delighted and i have to admit so was I. Her room does feel more "grown up", but deep down she's still my little squirrel...



In the same week that March arrived along with the new school place, there came her choice not to be Alice on School Book Day, but the Mad Hatter (and the Johnny Depp one at that) , a sign if ever there was that my little girl is growing up. And I have to say a mighty fine Hatter she made too.
Perhaps I'm turning into the White Rabbit, constantly looking at the clock and wondering where the time has gone... some days it certainly feels like I have fallen down that rabbit hole and time seems to be galloping ahead of me.


And today to celebrate the school news we are off to see THAT film, to marvel at the March Hare and Mad Hatter, wonder at Alice and relish the White Rabbit and that watch of his ... and I can't wait!