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Saturday, 13 April 2013

sunshine

I know it was last week, and chocolate eggs feel like forever ago now, but here in Bristol the cold and rain seem to be here to stay, so writing this is my way of hanging on to just a twinkle of that sunshine . . .

Amongst the soggy days of the easter holidays we had a day that looked promising so we decided to make the most of it.  The easter egg hunt was scheduled for the Sunday, but we didn't want to bring it forwards ~ after all, we could always do it indoors if necessary, but what else to do with these unexpected blue skies and warming sunshine?  Luckily my amazing Mr Manley had spotted some activities going on at Lawrence Weston Community Farm, so we headed over there.                  

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On the menu was making a small frame out of willow, freshly cut, then lacing a piece of cloth to the frame using gorgeous rustic twine, and finally using different coloured muds to paint onto the cloth.  True to form, creative Petal threw herself into it, adamant that she would manage it completely on her own, and her multicoloured mud painting in the Petal~made willow frame turned out beautifully.  Noah became deeply immersed in the fiddly details of constructing the frame and lacing with the twine ~ as he tends to be inclined to give up when it doesn't all work perfectly straight away, it was great to watch him persevere.  I wonder sometimes about what impact a child with disabilities has on those birth order theories ~ you know, the eldest child will usually reach a higher level of academical achievement than subsequent siblings, last child is usually 'babied' by siblings and parents so more dependant ~ what about when your eldest child is behaviourally and developmentally at a level significantly below that of his chronologically younger siblings?  Do your children fit the typical birth order personalities?

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The other big draw at the farm was . . . the goats.  Sorry chickens and ducks and guinea pigs ~ you're way down on the list for these three (maybe because we've had chickens and guinea pigs of our own?) so the goats are more interesting purely by reasons of being less familiar.  I guess anything you've seen in your own back garden  is bound to be less exciting than anything that hasn't!  Smiler asked if we could take a goat home, but we compromised by letting him feed them grass, and promising he can come back another day and see them again!  Smiler then chatted about goats the whole way home, flapping his mud painting around, possibly a clever tactic designed specifically to increase the speed of mud~drying, or possibly because he liked the sound it made.  And in case anyone was pondering the age old burning question of what does a mud painting taste like, I can confirm that it tastes 'ugh'.  Or at least it did to Smiler.  Apparently, Petal's labour of love looked simply too delicious to resist.  Don't tell Petal it was Smiler though, it's just possible that she may be under the impression that the slightly smudged / blurred / (licked) patch in the centre of her painting was made by Eli, the dog, as opposed to Smiler, her big brother.
Possibly.
Though I don't know why, because I certainly didn't say that.
Not at all.
Nope, not me.
Definately not.

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