Walk to the Park? Not if a swamp has formed along the way!

 

Gifts from the Heart for a Joyful Mother's Day

Cake for tea 

 Flowers picked at 5:30am

A bathroom so clean, I had time to

give myself a pedicure.

A beautful pink and lavendar scarf. 

 A mother-son sketch from a photo taken when he was almost 3.

And a beautiful drawing that I am embarrassed to say is in my email, but I cannot import here; a blue-crayon heart and a real flower next to it. The flower was a dandelion ready for wishing, all white and fluffy; love and wishes, lucky me.
Thank you darlings, what a wonderful day!

The Woods in Springtime

With fabulous weather, until today, which we will simply discount from the other days of this week, it being Friday and not really needing it, we have been outside a great deal this week. It made the whole "screen-free week" simply fly by. (Did I mention it was National Screen-Free Week? The week of the year that makes me want to through away the telly for good each year?)

Yesterday, on a bike ride with V., I noted the feathery new growth on the trees and shrubs of our woods along Duck Creek. Pale, illuminated green against the dark wood of the undergrowth. I could see the places where the fairies had just passed, moments before. One could also see how the shadows of the sunlight pouring through the branches would hide and blur the shapes of the witch hunters centuries before, chasing after a dark-haired, barefooted girl who is trying hard not to breathe hard, not to laugh, and casting spells after her as fast as she can speak them. 

Too much Terry Pratchett before breakfast, burp, sorry.