Springtime at Home: How to scare a storm away

The air is heavy when we awaken, there must be a storm coming. I open the skylights and a sudden gale whistles down the stairwell. My autistic 11 year old, still in pyjamas, is absolutely delighted. He sets up directly underneath the velux with an old Thomas the Tank Engine book and watches as the downdraft turns the pages for him.

Everyone else slowly gets up. We can feel the storm creeping into our bones. No one is much for moving this morning, except our littlest family member. She is standing at the back door with her boots on, holding a football; only a year old, but very determined.

Ten minutes later, my daughter and I are out in the fields. She finds a hollow, discarded corn stem from last year’s crop. As she holds the treasure aloft triumphantly, the twenty mile an hour winds whistle through it. She squeals as the magical singing sword comes to life.

There is a sprig of cow parsley on the footpath. My daughter rushes over to the hedgerow and spends quite a while trying to encourage the plant to rejoin its friends. I tell her that she can keep her find if she wants.

Clutching the flowers tightly, she heads off purposefully towards the darkening clouds on the horizon.

Soon, I am carrying these and many further treasures for her whilst she hunts around for yet more. A feather that was caught on a bramble. A snapped branch. A tiny stone. She pauses to draw faces into the soft ground with a twig.

The clouds, distant just moments ago, are shepherded towards us with increasing speed. The gale is picking up.

My little explorer carefully collects brittle fragments of fallen leaves from the path; opening her palm, she watches them take flight.

Our voices also fly away from us. I show her that we can shout as loud as we want into the storm and it sounds like just a whisper.

My daughter loves this game. She stands firm, bracing herself against the harsh weather, “HELLO!” She holds her corn-sword aloft and yells her favourite words; “RABBIT! FLOWER! FOOTBALL!” Her voice comes out as the tiniest squeak. She thinks. Looking up at the sky, she roars her fiercest tiger roar … just as the wind drops. Her eyes are wide with delighted surprise, did she do that?

She is full of smiles as we turn towards home, her hand in mine. I confide to her that only the bravest and strongest can send a storm back to where it came from.

β€”Keep safe and well everyone. With heartfelt thanks to all those who are working to keep us safe, especially those on the frontline in the NHS and hospitals around the world.β€”

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  1. I love this story. I love the image of your little girl standing with her football by the back door until someone goes out with her. I love your children’s delight in natural things. I love the magic of your everyday world.

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    1. Thank you for leaving this lovely comment. My daughter is really good for me, because she insists upon going out even when the weather is awful, and then reminds me that bad weather makes you feel alive.


    1. Yes – with five kids, I always have a bag handy for the oddities we pick up πŸ˜€ Everything from the storm walk has been carefully placed around the garden by my daughter, except the old crop husk, which she insists needs to stay in her room.

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  2. Thank you for taking me along on this delightful walk! Your daughter is so precious & adorable! and you obviously have empowered her with a strong respect for the power & magic of words and nature. Such an awesome gift you have bestowed on her.

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    1. Thank you very much! She loves being outside more than anything – I’m looking forward to taking her out in the summer months, as it will be her first summer being able to walk by herself🌿


  3. Just fantastic… what a wonderful walk, and what a teacher you are to your little girl and all of your children…. So wish more could share these kind of treasures with their children.. ❀
    Sending love and well wishes dear Mrs TP…
    Take care and much love in your direction..

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  4. Lovely, atmospheric post. What a brave little warrior you have there, and I have an autistic 9-year-old, so I know how interesting life can be in a neuro-mixed family. πŸ™‚


    1. Thank you very much Alli – and you must be able to completely imagine how life is here – very interesting and fun … and lively! Our autistic sons are 8 and 11 πŸ™‚ Sending lots of best wishes to you and your family x


    1. It’s a lot of fun … I think it works here because the winds coming off the wood and blowing along the high fields just steals your words away. It’s a big open space too, so you can stand in a storm with no worry of trees falling. I hope everything is well where you are LuAnne x


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