At Hereford: Boy in a bowl...x

I thought weekends were supposed to be relaxing. Or perhaps there are no weekends, just more days of different things in them. It seems that we still fill each minute of every hour, jam packed.

I am not complaining. We race to get the morning done, everything outside fed and checked after another gruelling night. The storms damage pulled back together. The rain continues.

Later, the sun finds the time to shine. It lifts spirits. We take a right and random turn on the way home to a new park to walk the puppy. Seize the moment. The children soak up the sun, lay around in the park. Sam in a spinning bowl.

By the time we leave the rain returns.