The day when Japanese men thank the women in their lives for all the love they got on Valentines Day.
The men who remember that is....
Oh well. Not the first time, won't be the last and all that. And I decided it's not the thought that counts so much as the chocolate and broke down and told him it was White Day just before he headed off to Aikido- past 7-11....
Between the 'you forgot White Day' grump and the 'chocolate will make up for it' hint we headed up the road to the chestnut field we started clearing last Autumn before the snow stopped us.
K cut the trees he felled last year into lengths and I loaded the k-truck, then he drove us down to the house where we offloaded the wood into the carpark then drove back for more.
Repeat times four.
The girls had an amazing time playing with the rotting chestnuts, running around chasing each other and then they went and got their bikes and rode up and down a flat side-road (a rarity around here) and then when they had enough of that they went and knocked on the door of the house next to the field and ended up playing with the girl who lives there. All up it was about 4 hours. It was great. Not a fabulously romantic White Day by any stretch but quality family time, getting outside without snow clothes and the start of working weather for the season- yeah!
So really, first snow free Sunday of the season? That's a happy white day just for not being a white day, and it ended in chocolate after all.