Yesterday, my sweet youngest grandson said to me, "Nana, would you get me a pill from your pill tree?"
"I don't understand, Logan, what you want."
"You know," as he motions to the hill, "a pill that you cut for me."
"Oh, a pear?"
"Yes, a pill."
We live on five acres and sometimes the upkeep can be overwhelming. It seems there is always something to trim, something to edge, something to mow, something to water, and the list goes on and on.
Then............the boys come over. The boys run.......... The boys play........... The boys walk in the forest....... The boys look for insects........ The boys scream........... The boys ride in the back of the trailer.......... The boys swing........ The boys rake leaves........ The boys watch Grandpa mow..The boys play pirates on the boat........... The boys pee off the boat because they can........... The boys watch the AWACS planes fly over........ The boys eat pears....... The boys are our pride and joy!!!!!!!!!
Those are only a few of the reasons we stay on these five acres. Only a few of the reasons we edge, mow, trim, and water.
"Oh Logan, I would love to get you a pill from the pill tree."
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