I hired some Quebecois to do yard work.
After doing a bit of digging, they set a whole bunch of stuff on fire,
then they stood around to watch it burn.
Iris really took to one of them.
He taught her how to judge a good stick.
But aside from a few more sticks, our yard is a bog.
There is really very little to burn.
Could be a story behind the shovel, studly jeans, black gloves, little girl in a pink dress and the box buried in the ground…
Rather mysterious. Maybe there is buried treasure. The only problem is, the ground is so swampy, it’s miserable to dig.