In like a lamb; a cold lamb

If the sun had shone today it would have been better. It was 40 degrees, grey and windy, and I would have loved to sit by the fireplace with my knitting while the lasagna baked in the oven but I had promised the kids a trip to the park in the afternoon. The screaming laughter on the swings more than made up for the lack of sun, though.

This is what it looks like to play in an empty, cold park on the first of March: