Here she is, doing her stuff in practice.
Here's the song - those of you with similar age grandchildren might it a good distraction for them, although be warned that I find this song going round and round in my head long after he's gone home.
|The hole being filled with sand.|
|The soil improved and ready for planting. The white sand rectangle is for our fountain.|
|This is about as good as it gets. Not all leaves even reach this stage.|
|The fountain we built. Maybe I'll post something about that next time, as nothing much is happening these days.|