Chips

The kids and I went out for breakfast this morning. We walked, and "scootered", to the local cafe.

Enroute we pass through a small park and with spring feeling not too far away, it was obvious from the big pile of woodchips that preparations are being made for the impending bloom.

When you are 2 years old and have clean clothes on, a pile like this is too much to resist. And so too was the contrast in colour.