The north wind had dried up Dad's leaves and he raked and blew them into big piles in the ditch by the lane. The mischievious Rosecombs eyed the mounds with delight and made a mental note to rush over there and scrape and dig as soon as Dad was out of sight. Gordon & Sylvia xxx
There was ice covering the pond all day. The fields and trees were still so bare and the sun shone brightly.
The north wind had dried up Dad's leaves and he raked and blew them into big piles in the ditch by the lane. The mischievious Rosecombs eyed the mounds with delight and made a mental note to rush over there and scrape and dig as soon as Dad was out of sight. Gordon & Sylvia xxx Comments are closed.
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About UsHello! My name is Gordon and I am a Gold Sebright and my best friend is Sylvia. She is a Silver Sebright. We live with our foster parents on a small farm in the country. We thought that we would put our take on life and what we get up to through the year into a diary for you. All the characters are real and the events are a true record, interpreted with a modicum of poetic licence. We hope you enjoy it. Love Gordon and Sylvia Archives
December 2018
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