It's the first day of sandpit weather. Miraculously (since the sand was quite damp) Granddaughter didn't insist on going in the sandpit. Grandson took off his trousers and sat on a plastic bag. So no one got wet.
Granddaughter happily ploutered.
Grandson made train tracks in the sand (now, there's a surprise). But he's now able to make sand pies more or less on his own - such an advance from the previous sandpit day in late summer.
And the garden is blossoming.