I was about to start by saying how much I love Spring, but then I thought, you know, I actually love all of our seasons as much as each other. I love how our year is broken into four bits all with different festivals, foods and changes in nature to look forward to.
For now though it's Easter time and that means chicks and bunnies to me (oh and family feasts and chocolate too).
It also means lots of lovely days doing just what we please.
Mid-week we headed to Foxley Woods. Foxley is an ancient woodland with the most stunning displays of bluebells.
We had a leisurely meander with Little Bun and her friend following behind lost in chatter.
Spring also means a beautiful play of light on the walls. It makes getting up early less of a hideous thing for a night owl like me.
We actually managed to rise at 6am this week so we could drive down to London for a day of this 'n' that (I'll show you what we found next time I pop by).
Another thing I'm hugely in favour of with seasonal festivities is the baking that goes with it.
I made fairy egg buns for the girls, a Simnel cake (slightly burnt so it's best to just eat the middle bit) and a few cheese scones for the cheesy addicts.
Little Bun and I still plan to knock up a few bunny and egg shaped lemon biscuits as they've become a tradition of ours.
Today I've been playing chauffeur. Little Bun and her daddy have been planning a long off the beaten track walk for a while now and today was the day.
Once I'd delivered them to the track I did the horrid food shop and then was greeted with the lovely sight of a sleepy bee waiting on the doorstep just for me!
Miss Rosey got on with our lunch while I hung washing and generally faffed about with some of our animals.
Maggie and Bluebell in synchronised dance routine. Little Olive was busy in a bush laying eggs somewhere so missed out on the dancing.
Further up I found Pixie had made another break for freedom. Not surprising as her outdoor run is very Heath Robinson (badly made and falling to bits if you don't know of the bloke).
I left her to it. She's old and doesn't get too far, plus I needed the crack team to help me catch her.
Walking back to the house I saw the ladies were still prancing and a dancing.
No sooner it seemed than I got in to eat my lunch than I was called to come and collect the hikers. Six miles in and they found the path was blocked off so back they'd come tired, but happy.
Once home I sat down with my latest knitting and hooky obsession while uploading pics.
I opened up my bag of 4 ply cottons a couple of days ago and ever since I've been in colour heaven.
I'm loving working on these beautiful doilies and already have lots of other colourways planned.
I tried them in DK cotton at first, but they grab me best of all in the finer 4 ply.
Alongside these, last minute as usual, I started knocking up an egg cosy or two or three for friends who don't eat chocolate (hard to believe these people exist, but they actually do).
Well it's been a lovely old week so far of Springtime goodness.
Now thoughts turn to whether or not the Easter bunny will show up, will I burn the lunch and is it rude to squeeze in a spot of knitting when we have guests?
Happy Easter to each of you.
