Today was like summer. The morning was me and Lisa out fooding as usual. Then I spent about two hours in the playground with the two littlest and an assortment of friends. We came home sunkissed and tired but with a spring in our step. The kind that you get from blue-skies and warm breeze after the end of the winter. We had a lovely day. I left the house at 8.30am and didn't get back til nearly five. And my camera was left at home...grrr...
But, I still have yesterday to tell you about!
The older two were off at 12, so after picking up The Little One we headed south to visit some friends who live near Gorey. What a time we had. The younger children were glued to each other from the word go.
There was homebaked, by A, pizza, and bread and rhubarb tart. Fresh from the garden rhubarb. Wow. It was something else. That first pink flavour that compares to nothing else. Sigh...
There was mud to dig in, things to climb on, worms to examine, stones to throw, and river to catch them.
And a lovely walk through fields ploughed, and fields of fat greenest grass that was too inviting for some.
Thank you lovely people for a wonderful, inspiring day!