The clean lines of a shadow

I have had such a lovely day today.

A girlfriend day of indulgence.

I've spent most of the day in water. My idea of heaven. I feel cleansed.

I was spoilt for photo opportunities today too, the sign of a day of perfect balance.

The ferrel youth of my house have got unbelievably filthy in my absence.

Filthier than usual.

Is it normal to have to actually scrub your children clean?

And is it normal behaviour to collect all your neighbours grass cuttings, by wheelbarrow, on a Sunday afternoon and deposit them in your own garden?