April is the cruelest month… How true.
April has been both beautiful and ugly. It seems to be the month of extremes.
For example Bean and I were picnicking on the beach at lunchtime just a few days ago with friends followed by an afternoon walk in warm sunshine on a path above the village beaches full of bluebells while today it’s cold and pouring.
While we were away in the UK for the school hols everything burst into life here. Bean’s first utterance on arriving back home after two weeks away was ” ahhh look at all the flowers”… Bless.
It’s verdant green and lush. The road to school is a beautiful archway of green oak leaves, beech and willow.
Flowers picked by the children in Morgan’s class for me on a coastal walk with the school…
This time of year is magical but you can’t guarantee the weather and I’m
glad we managed to snatch the best bits so far.
Bean’s French handwriting has come on leaps and bounds. I’m amazed by it’s elegance and I love to see Bean enjoying writing “g”, his favourite letter at the moment he tells me. I know Bean is aware of the progression he has made.
Bean’s class have just started to read The Gruffalo so today he’s taken in his Gruffalo book with puppets and stage.
I’ve planted various things in the garden since March so I’m trying to be grateful for a bit of rain. Although as I said its pouring…