One thing about not mowing the lawn - you get to see pretty little wildflowers sprout up everywhere.
And some of them are of the wild garlic or onion or chive variety, which I love to pluck and smell whenever I have the chance to, on our daily walks.
Also, the little boy has a little rocky hilly spot where he likes to plant his bahonkus to see if he can make a deeper and deeper "impression" each time.
Such is the humor of a 11 year old boy.
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