celebrating the seasons

Celebrating the summer (while it lasts)

Celebrating the summer (while it lasts)

I know what the title of this post says. And I'm pretty sure that I know what you're thinking. While it lasts? Has the summer actually started yet? I'm really not too sure, to be honest. And I've just checked the forecast for the next ten days and what can I say? It's not looking good. Eight days of rain and two of potential sunshine. If we're lucky. But let's place our trust in the meteorologists of this world and seize those two days ... and nights ... to invite friends or family round to celebrate this extremely short-lived and perhaps somewhat disappointing season.

Walking at my own pace

Walking at my own pace

I love going out for walks with my terrible two. Providing I bring an abundance of snacks and am prepared to to offer up the odd piggy back or seven when their little legs get tired, we can be out for hours. The forest floor seems to hold more treasures than the local toy shop for them (although, don't hold me to that when the Christmas adverts start appearing on the television). However, I must admit, after having the thousandth leaf thrust at me to inspect, and being forced to carry the millionth stick home, my enjoyment does start to wane ever so slightly (is a hip flask the answer?).