Saturday: a fine drizzle hanging around in the morning. Sun poking through by 10am and the yard drying out by noon. Nana arrived, then kids and mums from 2pm for N’s party. Four on Thursday.
Radiant Nordic blondes with the coppery Celtic undertow. Much buoyancy and bouncing around. Exuberant screaming. Strawberry cream birthday cake. Hot-cross buns from the oven.
Didi didn’t quite get the chocolate egg-hunt. Or he did. He located a creme egg, focussed his resources on scraping off the coloured tin-foil and had eaten halfway through while the other children were still running around loading up plastic buckets with booty.
in parks and backyards the trees