Our Garden in June

 

 

 

 

I 've taken mases of pictures of our garden... because its so wild and wonderful. There are areas of planting and areas overgrown with weeds and brambles and I love it because of this. The children are equally drawn to the raspberries as they are to the neglected patches which is interestng because as adults we would tend to overlook the wild places. The Big Boy's fasination with these wild places is, I think, because he feels he owns them more so than the tended areas. He has full rein on the creatures which he discovers there. They hold promise as potential BMX ramp building areas or perhaps and area where a den/swing/gun/fort/hide could be constructed.

I take lots of pictures of our garden in June and July because I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be at this time of year. I have little time to potter but when I do I brim with complete happiness. When I sit on the bench at the front of our house my back is warmed by the sun's heat which has been absorbed by the house walls and my nose is bombarded by the fennel and lavender surrounding me. It's bliss...just what I need after a busy day.. perfect after Big Girl's leavers' assembly which was emotional and I can't believe she is off to Big School. However the summer holds lots of promise.

We plan to:

Master the art of cake decoration
Build an insect hotel
Have a photo taken in a photo booth
Create some first prize canival costumes
Celebrate multiple birthdays!
Catch more than 160 crabs in one crabbing session
Light loads of outside fires
Go on loads of bike rides
Learn how to take lavender cuttings
Learn how to play Canasta

Watch this space for July garden picture update.

Pond Dipping

 

 

 

One of the Big Boy's favourite things to do is fishing for Bullheads and Crayfish in any stretch of stream or babbling brook. Much of our summer is spent in a river and we never fail to find something interest. Sometimes we see things and we don't know what they are and the children love looking it up in our identification book.

Some fishing expeditions are spent in the pouring rain with few catches and a pot noodle, however this weekend was a wonderful assault to the senses. Our back were warmed by the July sunshine, our feet cooled (frozen) by the stream and our noses bombarded by the sent of the limes along the wall.

The Big Boy had his friend, Alf, with him. They lit fires, cooked pancakes, set fire to things and had a thoroughly lovely time.