The rain is bringing out the snails. Something as simple as a snail reminds of me how incredibly new to this world my little person is. A new discovery has been made – at the age of almost three she sits and watches a snail for minutes (which translates as hours in toddler time – a bit like dog years) totally fascinated, occasionally finding enough bravery to reach out her hand and gently touch its eye stalks causing it to retreat into its shell. The snails are eating my seedlings but how on earth can I step on them while Amelia is so entranced by their gentle slimyness? Instead we hurl them into the bushes in the furthest corner of the garden hoping they crawl into a neighbouring yard.