He had found the golf ball that our friend who was cleaning out her storage gave to us earlier this summer, and he was content to sit in the wagon (after a brief tour of the garden) and roll the ball around. I picked some snap peas and brought them to him, then snuck away to pull weeds in the newer planting that’s a bit further down the bed. Then it started: “Mummy! Mummiah!” Argh! I would go over there and he’d show me something he could do with the ball, or he’d demand more peas. Then I’d head back down the row and it would start all over again… I got the grass along the drip tape pulled on one of the two rows, so that’s something…