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!”

25 thoughts on “Wishes

  1. Look at the colour of that previous snow-covered sun-starved grass! They will love running over it this summer.


  2. Best pun in many a Moon! chuckling here, and remembering when sand was another member of the family, always around in the most unsuspecting places. When was the last time you found sand under a bed pillow? Happy Easter, Spring or whatever you are celebrating my dear Lady Fi.


  3. Our large sandbox has also become a garden. It wasn’t in the yard – more to the side – so now the boys grow whatever vegetables they choose. Your grass will grow!


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