I like inside. It’s climate controlled (most of the time), has the telly and WiFi, has the refrigerator and the toilet. It’s a good place to be. But sometimes it’s not the best place to be. Sometimes throwing open the doors to gaze up at the blue sky and feel the sunshine on your shoulders (thank you John Denver) is the best medicine for what ails you. Better than small, white pills. Better than feeling sorry for yourself.
So that’s what we have been doing the last few weeks…getting outside and enjoying this mixed concoction of weather the UK has to offer. Sunshine, gale force winds, blue skies, angry blustery cold…we’ve got it all. Bless our poor daffodils and tulips. You’ve got to be hearty if you’re a springtime flower in England!
Sam is definitely an outside boy. He loves pottering, “fwinging”, bounce-bounce-bouncing on the trampoline and digging in the garden. It doesn’t matter if he gets wet or dirty which is a major step for me. He has fun. That’s all I want.
On Friday, Sam and I took Ella to school and then opened the patio doors to the garden where we then spent our morning. Sam had a bit of “fwing” time and then he and I bounced on the trampoline together. And then I just let him potter. I brought out his “Joey” JCB digger and Caterpillar dump truck and gave him a shovel and bucket. He spent quite a while digging and dumping. What fun it was watching him! Everything is a bit better when you throw a bit of sunshine on it, don’t you think? What fun have you gotten up to outside this week?