Forgotten Snowdrops

This time last year Daz was builing an extension for a customer. One day he came home with a bag of snowdrops he had rescued from life in the skip. They were shoved in a pot and forgotten about. Until yesterday when I had a quick rummage around our garden to inspect the ravages of winter.

Today the sun shone so I got out and started clearing up in preparation for the spring. It's amaxing how much better it looks with the toys put back in place and some of the rubbish tucked out of view. I even hung two loads of washing out!

I was 'stay and play' day for Rory today. Farrah and I got to stay and see what he does. His teachers LOVE him. Now the tears have stopped. Then a walk to town for take away coffee with Becca (Of the mysterious smile) and an irresistible cake from the delicious French man on the market. Or was it delicious cake and irresisible man? Either way, we have decided Wednesday French cake days are here to stay.

There's a market on Saturdays too.....

Mx