While the ladies partook of the grapey goodness inside the winery, The Sprite and I kept ourselves out of the way out in the gardens. The 104? heat outside had the old man was gasping before too long, but bothered not the younger of us. He was right at home exploring the shady grove.
Click to Play On a chill but pleasent spring morning, our little Sprite finds many an amusement in the back garden wonderland of fallen leaves, puddles, dirt and all manner of things to get himself filthy dirty and soaking wet. Oh well, boys will be boys. Anyhow, it keeps him busy and occupied for a time. Even if it means we have to rake up the leaves again after the G-Express ploughed through them for the umpteenth time.
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