Hello Biggles here. (what? you want a turn? Okay then.)
Hello Locksley here. I’m the assistant blogger. Today is letter G.
Grass is my favourite thing ever. I love grass. I love running around on the grass, and eating it, and chasing my uncles when I’m out on it.
I like eating it most when Mummy cuts some and brings it in for us in the morning. Or the afternoon. I mean, it’s good to eat any time. But when you don’t even have to bite it off, that’s even easier.
(What else can I say, Biggles?)
(Shall I take over?)
The main reason why grass that Mummy brings in is even better is because it’s from a different part of the garden. It’s nicer grass. It makes great hay, too. The grass at the top, where we run, is finer than the grass at the bottom of the slope, where the water gathers. The grass down there is proper meadow grass.
Mummy told us last month she was sowing meadow grass seed at the top, so we could have it there too. She also sowed something with edible flowers in it for us. We won’t know how it tastes for another couple of months, so come back in the summer and find out.
Do you have grass in your garden? Is it nice and springy and juicy?
Biggles (and Locksley!) Yes, and Locksley. xxx