We were reminded of this particular rhyme form a Shirly Hughes book this morning when the grass in our garden became literally the 'green waves in a green sea'.
A small Viking Long boat battled with the Pirate ship. And won.
Our sunny mornings have an early pattern of play in the garden. Today I lounged feeling head achey and today I am photographed.
This afternoon was a hot trail through the bluebell woods. Magnificent. But not photographed as I carried Fe on my shoulders uphill for a good hour. Stretch. Hot bath called for.
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Oh, Claire! It's been so long. The boys are growing like weeds! Good to "see" you.
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