Tuesday, 5 August 2008

that name again is Mr Plough...

Yesterday while playing in the yard Jack discovered the old plough near the pepper trees and wanted to climb all over it. When we were at the Manor Jack loved going to the enormous park to play and my father was worried how he'd cope when he got home. Seeing as we live on four acres he's doing fine (as long as he stays away from the stinging nettles). At the moment it is very green and lush. We even have oats growing in the back yard. Come summer though it will probably revert to a dust bowl with bindies. No running around in bare feet then.

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