The weather tried it's darnedest to dampen the spirits this weekend. Teasing with a spot of sunshine. Tricking with a smidgen of warmth. Then turning on it's heels and blowing a cold, wet gale. I wish I didn't let it get me down so much, but more often than not, I do. I'm an outdoorsy gal. Love a sun kissed brow, bare feet and floaty shorts/dresses/skirts. I delight in crisp, dry washing and a clear laundry basket. I love the tsk-tsk-tsk sound of crickets and cicadas going about their daily business and I love not having to worry about filling the house with artificial heat, just to be comfortable. Bring on those hot Summer days, where the breeze is a balmy one. And bugger off season that can't make up it's mind.
So with the mish mash of weather patterns over the weekend, I'll choose to focus on my favourite couple of hours from it. Of my big boy donning his kiddie sized gardening gloves and getting knee deep in weeds. Of him stomping those weeds into his little blue wheelie bin... and tipping himself out of that wheelie bin onto the soft green grass. Of seeing the look of wonder on his sweet face as he discovered a dandelion and proceeded to blow the petals free, into thin air. And of two special green thumbs in my life, working as a team in the garden, as they always have and no doubt, always will. These are the lasting impressions I'll take from the weekend just gone.