“T’was a misty moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather,”

“I chanced to meet an old man, all clothed in leather…..” The refrain of this nursery rhyme has been playing in my mind the last few days.
We’ve been enjoying the tail ends of a typhoon (same as a hurricane, just in the southern hemisphere), getting an unusual lot of misty rain for January in Christchurch. I guess the grass farmers are enjoying it, at least. It does make a spectacular display of water-jewels on the flowers at Hagley park. We suited up the kids on Sunday and took them out for a bike ride. Here Milo stopped to torment a mouse.

Walking in the city we passed this sign that made me giggle. Husband Day Care Centre. I tossed the concept past Jeremiah and he seemed amenable, as long as they offered good craft brews on tap. That must mean he was bored this weekend. I think it could work as long as I arranged it as a play date with a brewing buddy.

The climax of the rainy weekend was bath time, and we just got a package with a bunch of these little jobbers in it. Does anyone else have nostalgic recollections of these magic bath-time “pills”?

Milo, surprisingly, was super patient waiting for the coating to dissolve and the animal sponge to unfurl.

There’s our nifty collection of African savanna bath sponges! It’ll still be raining tomorrow, perhaps we’ll try out a few more in the patio puddle.