"A portrait of my boys, once a week, every week, in 2013"
The weather has turned and the scent of spring is in the air. You can see it in trees that have blossomed, premature with enthusiasm. Our neighbourhood is humming to the sound of lawn mowers, and the squeals of children have started to be heard from their gardens. The parks are filling up, and picnics are back on the agenda.
Roc. He was soaked through after this.
|Hame. Giggling with delight as he splashed about.|