It is these little things that give us joy - those small things that you do that don't count for much but mean a lot.
On Saturday I took the children to B&Q and bought some pots, plants and compost. On Saturday night, once DD2 was in bed, I spread a black bin bag on the dining room floor and gave DD1 and DS1 a terracotta pot each, a spoon for the compost and their flowers they had chosen - DD1 had tulips and DS1 had daffodils. They then potted their flowers in the pots ready to place on the door step.
Sunday morning we all spent in the front garden. It has just been block paved apart from a border round the edge and wanted to tidy the border and plant some flowers. Again, DD1 and DS1 chose pansys, primulas and others (am not really into flowers - don't know their names but they look nice!).
They had great fun digging the hole, planting the flower, filling in with compost. It is a mish-mash of flowers, not evenly spaced or anything but does look rather nice - especially as they both worked so hard at it.
Afterwards they even helped me sweep the drive/front area as DS1, every time he dug a hole, splayed the earth over his shoulder onto my new block paving.
We had such a nice weekend looking back over it and the children really enjoyed themselves.
The only downside was we went to our local dump afterwards to "dump" the garden waste and then decided to go straight food shopping. It was only when I was half way round the supermarket that I realised my "white jumper" (yes, I wore a white jumper to do the gardening) was covered in grass, earth, etc. and the two elder children looked like they had walked off a tip - dirty faces, dirty clothes. The only one that looked clean was DD2 and that is because she just sat in her pushchair supervising.
We must have all looked really "rough" but who cares. We got back home, all had early baths and were all in our nightwear by 5:50.