This Summer the heat has been different. A sticky humid heat, rather then a burning dry heat. Humidity only relieved through the wonderful Summer storms. With rain bucketing down in great sheets. My dog urgently racing around anxious from the sound of thunder. As the children and I sing
I hear thunder, I hear thunder,
hark don’t you, hark don’t you
pitter patter raindrops, pitter patter raindrops
I’m wet through, so are you
After the downpour – or sometimes during – my big boy and I check for flood areas. Our new home has a few spots where in a heavy rain we can end up with quite the pool of water. He thinks this is a great adventure!
This Summer we have spent many a morning outside until lunchtime. At a park, river or garden. Playing, just playing, exploring and picnicking. Wherever there are sticks my boy is happy. And my daughter has a brilliant war cry for their games!
Other mornings have been spent in our garden. Weeding, paving, tidying. While the children check for strawberries and tomatoes. Soon I think we will get chickens. We have an egg basket ready!
And my little babe wants to join in the fun. My lad picks him up and takes him along to play. My daughter happily makes him laugh. My babe crawls to their games and they build him cubby houses.
These are special days.