Bluebell Wood

We are heading off on a round robin of visits this weekend, it occurred to me that I might just need to take my phone. Modern technology is so incredible isn’t it.

So, this is a bit of a test post and a bit of a ‘I love Bluebells post’.

Now I shall run off to the lap top and see if it works….

Silent Sunday – New Buds

Smug Satisfaction (The Gallery – Emotions)

Courgette

Dwarf Bean

Tomato

Dwarf Pea

Cauliflower

Grape

Cranberry

Little seed, falling from my daughters tiny hand.
Carefully covered with soil, patted to keep you safe and warm.
Given a drink with such joyful relish.
Forgotten.

Little plant, a cause of excitement and wonderment,
small fingers pointing and much squealing,
water sloshing out of a forcefully wielded watering can.
Watched.

Little flower, delicately unfolding to the light
gazed upon with respect an awe
scooped up water from the paddling pool administered.
Admired.

Wordless Wednesday

Almost….

I have a new phone so I have just downloaded the pictures off the old one onto my laptop…

Slide little man!

Such a wondrously sunny day do you not think?  Glorious here in our little corner of Wiltshire so we decided to go to the park again (we were there yesterday too).  The smalls love the flowers planted in their display beds, we have hyacinths in white and purple rectangles on one side and bright red tulips on the other and the smell is overwhelming .

They charged to the roundabout today, my least favourite as it is really really hard to push and you can never get up a decent speed. Then it was the jungle jim thingy with the rope ladder that my little man won’t do and the slide. Whilst he was charging up and down the steps I noticed a bouncy castle by the band stand “Anyone want to go and see the bouncy castle?” “me please!” and “eeese!” were the replies, so off we trotted.

Actually it was a giant bouncy slide, £1.50 a go but no time limit, wish I had remembered the camera!  Herself was fine, she has no fear, looking to Mummy to provide the whoops of congratulations as she charged up the steps and slid down backwards on her tummy. He followed her down once looking petrified the entire time but climbed back and sat up at the top and refused to come down for over 30 minutes. He was enjoying himself though, watching the boats and the man on the ride-on mower, after throwing every bit of ammo I had at him – no to pom bears, no to juice, not worried that Mummy was leaving, I gave up and went up and got him.