The past two-three weeks have seen The Boy querying the world around him. And I don't mean in a deeply philosophical and theological kind of way, there are no queries about God and the ether (although he is starting to ask about a time before him in an incredulous manner), or wondering why leaves are green for example. Quite simply he's noticing that Mother Nature is waking the world from its slumber and is asking about Spring and whether it's Summer yet. When we were in Roath Park earlier, I tried to explain to him that Spring turns into Summer quite quickly and we don't even notice it; he told me that it meant he could play outside for a really long time. Seasons are a tricky thing to explain you know!
