This is a little picture that Seren drew yesterday. I have been watching her develop her little tadpoles and smiley face techniques for a while now. She was always so proud of whatever she achieved on her own. For the last while Seren has been obsessed with colouring in large sheets of paper in a series of different colours and has abstained from caricatures. However, yesterday, while I had my back turned, I could hear her chatting to herself while she was drawing. She seemed extremely involved and her sister, Olwyn, watched on curiously. When I looked down at what Seren had drawn, this little person looked up at me.
I was told “this is Grossmami (a.k.a. Seren’s grandmother, who is Swiss). She is standing in a tunnel, where she is sheltering from the rain. The sun is coming out and a rainbow has appeared”.
I don’t think anything beats (for me anyway) watching a child grow and develop his/her ability to communicate and express him/herself, be it through dance, drawing, painting, talking, singing, writing etc. A child’s imagination is a beauty to behold.
I got the bright idea into my head the other day to make sock puppets with the kids. Considering that today was a rainy day, it provided me with the perfect opportunity to make them. Besides, I knew there was a special reason for keeping those odd socks.
The kids were very excited and intrigued when I told them that I had a button box. They loved sifting through the various types of buttons and choosing which ones to use as eyes and noses for their puppet. I roped Peter into making a puppet too. The table was littered with buttons, thread, felt and other bits and bobs.
After much finger pricking, and misplaced buttons, my little fellah, Mr Snufflepig, came to life.
I had great fun playing with him and the girls. They were totally convinced that Mr Snufflepig was real and carried out conversations with him and gave him kisses and cuddles. It makes me appreciate what a genius Jim Henson was.
In the meantime, Peter was still sitting at the table, tongue stuck out in concentration, creating his little protege,
I did make the children laugh but I will never be as good as Kevin Clash, what a legend!
After many months of writer’s block, I have decided to re-enter into the realm of WordPress. Glad to be back :)
On a recent trip to my father’s allotment, I came across these kings of the vegetable patch.
I could not get over how beautiful these onions were. They stood tall and proud.
Here are some drying in the sun.
This spectacular display attracted much attention from other allotment goers!
Seemingly not satisfied enough with the huge amount of white onions, my father had also sown red onions, which he harvested when I was there.
Fresh red onions from the ground.
Once my father picked the red onions, he set about putting them into storage, in his purpose-built shed. The smell coming out of the shed was overwhelming!
Storing red onions
There were enough onions to feed an army! I am expecting a lot of French onion soup to be served up to us on our upcoming visits in the autumn!
Filed under Family, food, Garden
little April showers. This Bambi classic is a new favourite with the children. I love watching their reaction to the sounds in this song. Olwyn goes about the house singing “drip drip drop” to herself.
One evening, I enjoyed going out into the garden and taking photographs of the rain drops on the plants and flowers.
The children loved splashing in the muddy puddles :)
Now – Rain, rain go away and come again another day!