We bought Little Owl a swing for her birthday. It isn’t actually her birthday for a little while but Big Dreamer and I are rubbish at keeping secrets. Big Dreamer put it together today and Little Owl is pleased as pie with it. She hasn’t been off it yet. As you can see from the picture she’s also becoming a real expert at putting her own wellies on.
The window ledges in our house are slowly filling up with our garden hopefuls. Added to the egg cartons of chitting potatoes there are now newspaper pots filled with broad beans, sweet peas and an annual called Cosmos.
