We’ve had a nice couple of weekends, nothing special really, just a bit of sunshine entering our lives and giving us a promise of things to come.
The boys didn’t really want to do anything or go anywhere. They have a lot of sporting commitments on a weekend, in fact all week, so they are often content to just hang around being lazy when they have free time.
So we spent some time in the garden. We enjoyed a picnic (of sorts), putting the blanket on the table in the end as it was a bit wet to sit on the ground.
We did a spot of gardening – well, the boys enjoyed getting muddy and getting all the tools out!
We looked at the buds and blossom emerging, and even shared lunch with a ladybird!
I took some photos to see what my phone can do, and to compare the growth between two weekends, which I thought was fairly amazing actually.
My son obviously enjoyed our time too. He gave me a big hug before bed and declared excitedly “Mummy, spring has well and truly sprung! It has sprung up into our mouths, and we have drunk it up, and it has made us fill with energy, and fun and madness” – 7 years old and a little poet in the making?!
That boy never ceases to amaze me, not least because if I had asked him to write something, to be creative, to be imaginative, I would have been met with a total blank! But I love the clever little Wordsworth just the same!
Then this morning we awoke to snow! I know, hilarious! We live at the coast, it’s nearly May, and suddenly the weather decides to give us snow. In fact, we’ve had hail, sleet, the whole lot! Time to dig out the hats and gloves again. I wonder what the poet will have to say about this?
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