electric willows
Mondays.
Best spent cutting the grass on a fresh almost fall day.
But then tragedy struck. Or dejavu.
The beavers have struck again. Shaun's willow tree has vanished. It was flourishing like the pheonix from the ashes. The only good thing about the lake wall fiasco, and today while cutting the grass, I find it absent once again. Shaun's 10th birthday present, under which he dreamed of reading "Peter Pan" to his own children is but a leafless nub once again.
and somewhere on Forest Dr. Shaun was reverting to his early childhood by sticking a sweaty finger in an electric socket.....
Best spent cutting the grass on a fresh almost fall day.
But then tragedy struck. Or dejavu.
The beavers have struck again. Shaun's willow tree has vanished. It was flourishing like the pheonix from the ashes. The only good thing about the lake wall fiasco, and today while cutting the grass, I find it absent once again. Shaun's 10th birthday present, under which he dreamed of reading "Peter Pan" to his own children is but a leafless nub once again.
and somewhere on Forest Dr. Shaun was reverting to his early childhood by sticking a sweaty finger in an electric socket.....