Sunny weather – at last
Not fit for gardening so am playing in the side yard of the house – known around here as Nostalgia Close.
Once that cat had claimed the chair it was the turn of the pull-along bogey. I probably should have given it bicycle wheels and may yet do, when I find any.
The pull-along bogey, trolley,
whatever you called it when young
I’m imagining the younger boy packing away his goods and chattels to go off on an adventure with provisions, toys and cherished possessions. A bundle of rags and cloths, a bucket, an apple and orange, the essential deflating balloon left over from someone’s birthday, a fishing net and big multi-coloured ball. What more could he need?
Heading for the garden gate and the great escape …
Now then, the youngest has or is making his get-away, so there should be room for the next job which is a little of something else all together, I think.