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| Summer in the garden... |
| We pulled down the old shed and sent it away to become firewood, and behind it we found this fully laden Apricot tree. The fruit was gorgeous, just ripe. Susan looks so happy because it means free food, the wages just aren't the same here, you know. It's also because we Scots don't believe that food grows unless it's underground. Talking of the ground just what is she wearing on her feet?! |
| Content on a lunch of apricots, I'm embarking on making a picket fence - who would have thought it eh! And a fine job it is too. |
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| My wee sister, Caroline, painting the garage walls, or, as the builder put it "washing the walls with paint". He has a certain way with words! |