Shelling peas and other things...
They sat out in the garden after school and spent nearly half an hour completely absorbed in the task, carefully running their nails along the edges and digging their fingers in to try and split open the pod, with Dinosaur-Boy eating nearly as many as he shelled.
Dinosaur-Boy enjoyed swirling the peas around in the colander and listening to the noise they made and looking at their reflection on the metal.
When I went to cook the corn on the cobs we noticed that we seemed to have gained a flower!
While I cooked, Grandmama sat out in the garden and read them one of my own favourite childhood stories about two naughty penguins, Pen & Gwen, who are ordered to shell peas by their mother, and inevitably get up to all sorts of mischief instead and end up taking a motorbike for a 'joyride'...all told in rhyming verse, with beautiful illustrations. It's an old Ladybird book that's now out of print, but definitely worth picking up if you happen to see it in a charity shop, inappropriately called, for our time of reading at least, 'The first day of the holidays'
Oohhh! And how lovely, I have just had a knock at the door and found a friend on the doorstep delivering these flowers to thank me for a favour that was far too small to warrant these beautiful flowers...but how wonderful all the same! What a gorgeous bag too!!!! Horay!