I optimistically got the kids to help out with some spring planting. JZ is obsessed with writing, and her contribution mainly focused on putting letters onto plant tags and then asking, “What does ‘spReJ’ spell?” She did however help scatter some seed.
Mr F confined himself to pulling the randomly distributed plant tags out of the ground and dipping them in my cup of coffee. He’s a dedicated dipper and no combination (bacon and milk, hairclips and orange juice, marmite and tea) is off limits. Give him a solid object and a cup of liquid and he’s off on a mission of culinary experimentation, like our very own Ferran Adria.