26 April 2013
A slight break in the weather and a public holiday saw us take advantage of the free time to visit the Gardens before all of the gorgeous oak trees dropped their leaves for the season. I am so thankful to have moved to a place again where you see a defined change in seasons. Where we were previously would mean this time of year heralds the storms, which admittedly I do miss.
But it is good to show the girls what Autumn really is about. They enjoyed the sound of scrunching leaves under their feet. The carpet of dappled brown. The different shapes, colours and sizes of leaves.
So far Imp has declared this her favourite season; which does not surprise me considering she is an Autumn Child herself. She jumped with glee, pirouetted with leaves in her hands, flung them to the air like confetti. Then we got caught in the rain, so her and I made for shelter under a massive oak tree. Big and Little.