a blog about the small things I make and the small people I make them with.
I remember my parents had a gravel walkway and my dad would make us pick all the gravel pieces that got into the grass. He used to hate mowing that area!
My mum would make us pick Out three weekends from the lawn before we could go inside after school. I can totally understand it now, all those handy little hands.
This is the problem with typing on an iPad and not checking the predictive text! I meant weeds...