Just got shamed into extending the flower bed, instead of trying to rejuvenate the lawn. (Bedford is all rock mates) After hard work turning the sod, and moving rocks to form the borders, shoveling topsoil, and raking it all into shape; now I can watch my son and daughter plant flowers together, it was worth it. Distant reminders of my life at age twelve, working to form a garden out of the earth dug out of the foundations of our new home. Even though Dad is gone, my mother still tends the garden, though not as well as she did thirty five years ago. Occasionally I get pictures, most of the tree's that we planted are still there. Except for one. "My" oak tree, that I rescued from the bulldozers as a small sprout, was cut down because it was "Too Big". A heavy price to pay just to make an extra car port.... Shame how we have to destroy the beauty around us for convenience. I would have enjoyed recieving at least a branch to make a walking stick. I feel like I lost an old friend. The bulldozers are at work here too. Behind a layer of tree's 500 metres away from my house, finishing the new school that my children will attend next year. More tree's coming down down. Yours, Aye Dave