About working in the garden ...

Hi. My name is Flo. I’m Ren’s daughter. My dad asked me to write this post for him. It’s about working in the garden.


First of all, I speak Dutch. Dad always told me that it’s important in life to speak at least one language. I don’t speak English for the moment though. But I have this virtual team to make it happen. One guy is a translator, one a centrifuge and one scratches my back. If ever you see spelling mistakes, it’s because of the translator (German – Swedish, so no English).

Working in the garden. Let me start with a pic of my dad, working …

That’s him, he’s operating a brush cutter. We have this huge garden and from time to time it needs its brush cutted (the garden that is). We used to have a cow but it fell of the stairs and died in our living room so now my dad is in charge of brush management. We also have other animals : 2 cats, 3 baby geese and 512 ants.

Brush cutters have sharp blades. They need to have sharp blades to cut the grass and the brush. There’s also a manual. It’s says something like don’t operate the cutter when drunk. My dad never reads manuals. He thinks he knows it all.

So he was brush cutting. I took some pics :

The grass

Something went wrong. Sharp blades ?

Really wrong ! He ruined our tire swing :-(

DAAAAAAAAAAAAD !!!!!!!!!

GRASS !!!! NOT TREES !!!! Neighbour is not gonna like it ...

 

Ok, that does it. Give that thing to me.

I forced him to give the brush cutter to me. And even that went wrong.

So he asked me to write this post for him ...