My lovely flower box from the end of February.
We had some freakishly warm weather.
The daffodils here have been finished for weeks.
Yes, there's actually a garden hiding somewhere up there. Down below the fruits of two afternoons of hand digging and pulling. That will teach me to put a tarp on it over winter.
What does Seb do when he hits Chenedouit?
Puts on his fuzzy bathrobe, headphones, boots and makes a sandwich of course.
What else. No listening for the coucou bird for him.
Above, Seb was 3 years old.
And here he is at 14.
Hey, somebody had to dig the hole for the apple tree a few months ago.
( Note that trusty blue tool is still with us. It came with the house... )
And how's that for tall, lucious green grass.
Next time we show up we won't be able to open the door to the shed.
Yikes.....
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