Sir Pe pulled the sandpit up yesterday. The sandpit where the kids spent hours playing with wet sand and making sand soup, and then trailing in the sand on their damp clothes. When they dried, golden dunes of sand could be found hiding around the house and secreting themselves under the feet and in the beds.
Now we have a garden that is acting like Greta Garbo. Listen carefully!
Can’t you hear it saying:
“I want to be a lawn!”