Three days of Bank Holiday weekend have been different like three sons in kid’s tales – traditionally they are two clever ones and the third – The Fool…and as always happened, it is the Fool that would get lucky and in the end turns out to be the smartest of all of them…The Older brother, first day of my Bank holiday have been spent in packing stuff for my student, who finally departed for his second year, back to the exciting life of university, far away from boring parents and annoying house duties…the Kid cunningly left in the morning in a hurry for arranged meeting with the landlady and the rest of formalities that holds the keys to his independent life. And we, confused, were left to pick up pieces of his existence, to shove them into the car and get ready for a long drive next day…The Second brother, second day has been full of business, more business after and even more of it after the first two…Nothing much to tell about driving to Bristol on Bank Holiday weekend, really, just the normal busy roads, last summer’s day heat, fun of getting lost somewhere in the streets of unfamiliar places, missing the right exit for three times in a row [~stupid signs!]…we arrived finally to see that he’s got a decent place to live, a nice housemates, to give him few tedious parental advises just to remind him why exactly he wanted to leave his parents in the first place…we used to live in the worth places, when we were students…as a mom, I’m satisfied and somewhat happy for my child…that didn’t prevent a treacherous tear when leaving him in the end of this day…I suppose, mom will always shed a tear for her child to leave the nest…I remember last year and how I was crying…and how I thought that in time I will get used to this, just like my mom got used to me leaving her at 17 and never came back except for holidays…And although this time it was easier…it still made me sad, just a little bit…

Well, the Third brother, today, the Fool day, happened just the way of foolish things happens making us feel happy and content…to-morning is totally wasted on dreams... I slept on without an alarm being set and woke up somewhere in the midday…to-day brought the gifts of the farms…we went to Q-Gardens again on a hunt for the last summer harvest...delicate taste of raspberries and succulent taste of plums...so much of the delight - I need to give it away or become too full [~hmmm…or - too fool?]...I wish there could be more days like this :-) Foolish days of nothings, full of sun, a slumber, a dreams, a lazy afternoons…they say – Happy as a Fool…maybe this was one of those days, the one when the lucky third son of a tsar rules and spreads the foolish happiness around…