There's a tractor in the garden.
Neighbour Denis looked at all that old wood from the Atelier-space (beams and planks and such) and offered to put it through his big saw next time he was cutting up their firewood. He thought there was enough to last through the spring without having to buy any more logs. Excellent! The wood had been moved into the little-house-across-the-lane; he collected a load of it, the saw did its noisy work, and then he brought round a load of woodburner-sized pieces of pine and aged oak. To get the wood to the storage area on the terrace he had to drive the tractor and trailer over the mint lawn. It smells wonderful out there.
... I drove my tractor through your mint-lawn last night
Oo-ar-oo-ar ...
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