Petrol driven mower

A day over at Mums today.
Always good.

The main activity of the afternoon was mowing the lawns.
Master B had a ball, he loves all things manual and physical, loved helping push the mowing machine up and down the lawn with Nana and emptying the cuttings onto the compost heap, "mushing" it with his wellies!

Miss B gave it her all too (pictured).

Dad was the lawn mower-er in his time, making perfect stripes on the grass, commenting on the amount of moss and fixing the machine whenever it broke down. There's a photo somewhere of my brothers and I peering under the old yellow mower while Dad changed the oil, fascinated! Master B is about the age I was on the photo, he and Dad would have got on like a house on fire.

The sunshine was gorgeous today and this afternoon was lots of fun but it was Dads territory, the lawn, and so many images were popping into my head.

It'd be so good to sit on the garden bench with him and hear his laugh.