Week 342: treehouse
March 22, 2025
- I’m sat at the kitchen table planting this year’s tomatoes. In walks Chaz: “Maaaaaam, I can… you are… you see… can I? I can see that you’re on your own mam… and you–I–you’re–I’m you can help–I can help you mum? because you’re all alone and you’re finding planting seeds hard mum so I’ll help you”
- So then we sat and planted some seeds together.
- E is in the treehouse that lachie built. She’s reading a book and drinking squash.
- Squash these days isn’t like the good old days. It’s got fake sugar in it and to me it tastes disgusting. She loves it though and it is a special treat even though it doesn’t have any sugar in it.
- Lachie is mowing the lawn. He both loves and hates mowing the lawn. It feels a bit like self care, the way he does it. The way he feels better once it’s done. They way he hopes for me to say “yes you won’t murder a huge number of frogs or insects if you do it now so go for it.
- This day in the life writing by a Year Eight student was a punch in the gut.