This post will be mostly pictures because nothing else can convey the simple fun we had…
The Stratton’s new house is on 3/4 of an acre, and much of that is lawn. (After living in the desert that much green almost hurt my eyes.) Well, they moved there with out a lawn mower since one swipe with a weed wacker properly trimmed all of the grass they had down here in Tucson. That meant that Dad (aka George, aka Grandpa) got to get himself a new toy. He hadn’t used it before we arrived and was gracious and coercive enough to let every one have a turn…
Cairn’s suspicions were confirmed: She really is a princess! And she really can get everyone to take her for a ride on her own magical coach!
When George (Grant’s older brother… not dad) heard (via text as he was still en route) that I got on and just kept mowing he sent back a mandate that I was to be pushed into the creek behind the house to ensure he got a turn too!
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