I didn't think there would be a time I would ever begrudge snow; generally I adore the stuff.
And I know here in Kent we've had a fraction of what our neighbours to the North have had; nonetheless the cold, the dankness, the constant grey and murky weather, with the finger numbing biting nip. I am salivating at the thought of warm spring days, and long warm summer days to follow... sitting in the garden, playing, hooking, bbqs and impromptu social gatherings...
It all feels like it will never come and the evil Winter Queen has taken over and caused a never ending winter.
So cold :-(
There have of course been highlights:
Facebook and Etsy Page... plus a friend is going to take a selection and pop them in her real shop, The Village Witch and on her online shop too :-) Excited about that!
Etsy shop; one destined for Australia!
Thursday was Nature Group at Kings North Gardens. Select few of hardy souls turned up. Kids had a fab time. I printed a simple game off the RSPCA site on the life cycle of frog spawn, and the kids played the game. We saw frog spawn, some looked like it might survive - other spawn was clearly dead :-(
The kids found some hidey holes in the foliage and hedges around the gardens and played for hours... alas again, that cold. By 2pm the adults, in particular were frozen to the bone... and much to my surprise Rye actually cried when I said it was time to go home. He didn't shout and scream; he rather comically pouted with his bottom lip, and a few sad tears rolled down his face. Not even knowing we were going to our friend's house cheered him up; it took quite a bit of jollying to remove the sad, along with promises we will visit Kings North again soon.
Rye decorated an egg, he played a few games; however it was noisy, there wasn't really anyone we knew there, and he was clearly feeling a little intimidated by the number of strange adults and children in the hall... so we slipped out and went to the park opposite for half hour, back in time for the easter card hunt... which sadly had to be held indoors because of the weather. Rye, bless him, did not understand at all, that collecting the picture cards off the walls was the hunt; he just kept asking when the egg hunt would be.
Ah, sweetie, when did you get so grown up?