I don’t think we spent all that much time indoors this weekend.
Sunshine, the really warm kind, drew us outside, in the garden, to the park.
I got the summer clothes out of the garage (into the living room. Where they still sit, untouched. I might sort through them tonight).
Kaya was thrilled to be wearing shorts, finally. He is like his Daddy, shorts cheer him up endlessly.
We went to the playground, where Kaya sold pretend ice cream, chocolate and red spicy flavour, for thirteen thousand pounds a scoop.
Then we went home and had real ice cream on the picnic blanket in the garden.
(A lot cheaper, too.)
I do love winter, but I also always love it when it’s over; the new season arriving at just the right time.
I love it when the food gets a bit lighter, a bit summery, and the first butterflies visit us outside. When the door stays open all day and the laundry smells of air dried spring. When, at the end of the day, feet are dirty from walking barefoot.
Joining Amanda. I hope you all had a sunny weekend too.