It’s here. It’s the time of the year I look forward to so much. It is the start of Spring which means it’s time to pitch our caravan back down the coast. My definition of happiness has to involve a caravan in there somewhere. I love it. It is our space where we just strip back all the complexities of life, put the brakes on, and focus on what is important – and that undoubtedly means spending quality time as a family.
Yes, I admit that our site is a little muddy at the moment. But that is why we have wellies. It isn’t as warm as it could be. But that is why we have fleeces. And the weather is unpredictable. So that is why we have a stash of DVD’s, loads of jigsaws, and sticker books. Nothing can put us – specifically me – off.
This Bank Holiday with just a hint of good weather we did what lots of other families did and headed for the beach. Wrapped up in fleeces and woolly hats we sat on the beach and shared a bag of sand coated chips and later warmed up with mugs of hot chocolate. Typically British. The wind was sharp but the sun was out, perfect conditions for blowing off the winter cobwebs.
We all enjoyed kicking the football, splashing in puddles, rolling about in the sand, and chasing each other up and down the beach.
Harry had rosy cheeks from running around and a runny nose from all the fresh air. The combination of fresh air and exercise meant he was absolutely exhausted by the time we got back to the caravan. In fact we all were. All of us fell asleep that night feeling a lot more relaxed, happier and content. And the good news is that we have plenty more weekends in the caravan to look forward to. Happy days!
Harry’s Honest Mummy x
It only takes a few days of sunshine for me to start thinking about summer evenings sitting out in the back garden, catching the last few rays of the day, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. And then I look out of the kitchen window and I come back to earth with a bump. My back garden is a disgrace! Over the winter my pots have suffered frost damage, there are broken fence panels, leaves are all in the flower beds, and the grass needs treating. It is only now I realise that I forgot to plant any bulbs, so if I get any tulips or daffodils flower this year then it will be a miracle. Nothing for it but to get out there and sort it out. Operation Winter Clear Up. Of course Harry joined in….
The first day of clear up, he “helped” by pulling tufts of grass out of the garden and made dens for his dinosaurs. The lawn had bald patches everywhere. But to be honest because the grass looked so bad anyhow it didn’t really make much difference to the overall state of things.
The following day Harry wanted to get a bit more hands-on. Whilst I collected the dead leaves out of the flower beds and threw away the broken pots, Harry got on with the big-boys jobs with Daddy.
Year on year we get frogs back to mate in our pond. I am surprised they have bothered for the last two years because we haven’t looked after it since H was born. There is practically no water left in it, the pump half works, and the plants have completely taken over. I used to love sitting on the decking overlooking the pond and watch the tadpoles grow and hatch out of all the frogspawn. To my delight they have returned for another year, along with a couple of newts. Harry was fascinated with seeing the frogs up close but he wasn’t too keen on handling one. He wouldn’t go near the newts or “little lizards” as he called them.
All in all we had a very productive weekend. The garden has started to resemble a space that we wouldn’t mind spending time in again, nature has returned to it’s usual spot, and a little boy has found a love for gardening. We still need to plant a few bulbs, replace some pots and then plant them up, but the bulk of it is done. It has started to resemble a garden again rather than a bombsite.
More importantly though, we got to spend some time together as a family and it cost us nothing, we got lots of fresh air, and we all mucked in. A successful clear up operation. Now just for some sunshine and those long lazy summer nights sitting out on the decking. Can’t wait.
Harry’s Honest Mummy x