|One end of the bowling green|
|Part of the other end|
However, we pay for our water out here and it isn't cheap. So it never happened.
Fast forward to the ridiculous winter of excess, 2013, 2014. Kids are grown and all gone but Beck and she is way past too busy to skate.
Now the silly thing is full of lovely ice just begging for speeding blades.
|Harbinging his little heart out.|
And why a bowling green you might ask? The boss's dad built it as a young man, using horse and scoop blade, for former owners of the place. It is really a nice sort of place, despite the complete and utter absence of bowlers.
And last night the kids brought the therapy baby down and let me hold her, sleeping sweetly, on my lap for several hours. She is a cuddler, content to snuggle in whatever arms are warm and handy. Thanks guys.
|Visiting her great grand aunt from who she takes her second name|