We are having a very colourful weekend. Golden boy got his first pair of shoes - he screamed at every pair until he saw these red ones. Then he was like an angel, behaving beautifully for the shoe lady. He knows what he likes.
These peonies were so pitiful looking in the bud that I bought two bunches. Now they have exploded into crazy pinkness and have taken over the whole house with their scent. They make me smile every time I walk past the windowsill.
Number one had a go at wet felting, and found it so difficult to choose her colours that she used them all:
Finally, I am delighted to report that the new fruit and vegetable season has arrived with a vengeance. For the last six months our weekly vegetable box has been full of swedes and curly kale and swedes and curly kale and swedes, and although they are very virtuous there is only so much a person can take. Spring has finally sprung, with asparagus and the first proper strawberries following fast on its heels. Every year I forget how incredible English strawberries are in season. They are totally unlike the refrigerated, polystyrene puffs that are around the rest of the year. The children eat until they have stomach aches, and still ask for more. Who am I to argue?