![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ik-DWNgg-KAtU97JQpoRK_SLsH3-NUCMN6PuHyCv2dpvcmt7yILCFaRaElD5wk2Ai9qI9sHbXMfPPkY0XEvfB0yUsmhmwMEeuwP0Y2ZzSerENtEyjwdDHbOsM_H3Ir4RDGLiTYTpIeQG/s400/sam,+filossie+angelina.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6Hyr64K4NGaNCO2_CR22GtfuHvKEyfWe3nawsTjEOCJPbGstW-Q9AvtVS941dcKEC7togZKFHiXcB1lAwQoPH-asAok_Z2vaIay9uBXMD5Ba7qI9ac2jN_X7N8F0M50R1z08sWbwy8Cz/s400/sam,+angelina+richards.jpg)
Sam's sand pit had visitors from kids from all over the world. This was also our home school. The lovely white sand comes from Australia. We had a big balcony facing giant rain forest trees. We also have a special swing that the water engineer made from an old tyre.
My poor husband had to carry sacks and sack of the heavy sand up. In the end, I told him, I had enough.
Here the sun birds and the Hill Minahs come to sing. Humming bird come and get the nectar from my flowers.
No comments:
Post a Comment