spring and winter

It's that time of year. In the UK the sun is making more of an effort and here is raining, lots. Here the nights draw in, as much as they can. 

Here feels right and I can't quite imagine not being here. I'm needed and I'm fulfilling a role I love. 

It's that time of year when I wonder more about my brother. I don't have the same questions of my dad. 

I have the questions of me.

I usually say if I become a Head Teacher. I've been trying out saying, when.

My husband sees that potential and I think I do too. 

Some decisions to make.