Wednesday, May 07, 2014
We looked after the grandchildren for the day to allow their parents to get ready to go down south to visit Son-in-Law 1's parents. As we so often do, we went to the Botanic Gardens, where there were lots of lovely flowers which we didn't really get a chance to look at. Grandson moves fast.
There was a heron on the duck pond. It was catching little fish, which I've never seen happening before. This seemed a bit tough on the fish but we were impressed at the speed at which the heron moved. One second it was statue-still and the next it was swallowing its lunch.
Granddaughter did her gnome impression.
Grandson visited his favourite tree, which is many-stemmed with a wide canopy sweeping the ground. "This is my house," he said, going in and out the "front door" and the "back door". "I don't have a bed in it," he said thoughtfully. Then he beamed and said, "I live at number 17, Tree." (His actual address is at number 17.)
As usual, his tractor-finding radar worked well.
By just before tea-time they had temporarily run out of steam. (Their meal reinvigorated them.)
If you think they look exhausted, you should have seen Mr Life.