{"id":15285,"date":"2016-05-18T17:54:48","date_gmt":"2016-05-18T17:54:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.carolschickens.com\/blog\/?p=15285"},"modified":"2016-05-18T17:54:48","modified_gmt":"2016-05-18T17:54:48","slug":"a-bag-of-sand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.carolschickens.com\/blog\/?p=15285","title":{"rendered":"A bag of sand"},"content":{"rendered":"

Before Christmas there were some builders working on a house opposite us. We asked them if they could repair the brickwork on our front wall. They dropped a spade, a bag of cement and a bag of sand on to our drive and they said they would return to do the work when they had a few hours spare.<\/p>\n

We were quite pleased by the fact that they left these items on our drive as we thought that meant that they had every intention of returning to do the work. Christmas came and went and the months ticked by with no sign of the builders and we had no contact details for them.<\/p>\n

By this month my husband had got sick of their things on our drive and it was obvious they had forgotten us. He threw the concrete and spade away but said that the girls may as well have the sand.<\/p>\n

We tipped the sand into the run.<\/p>\n

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The girls immediately set to work scratching in the sand<\/p><\/div>\n

\"They<\/a>

They worked that sand<\/p><\/div>\n

\"They<\/a>

They soon had the sand well and truly scratched into the soil<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Speckles<\/a>

Speckles and Peaches watch over the girls as the sand disappears completely<\/p><\/div>\n

You would never know that there had ever been a bag of sand. The girl’s work is done and the sand is thoroughly mixed with the soil to the extent that it is no longer evident. I think the girls enjoyed the exercise though.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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