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  • We looked at the overgrown garden and sighed. How could we even begin to control, to tame, to instill some order into this alpine jungle? What lawnmower could ever make a difference? Who could still master the art and sheer labour of a scythe? I felt like giving up before we'd even started.

    The boys looked at each other and chuckled in undisguised glee. For the next few hours they went charging up and down the field, puffing at endless dandelion clocks. At the end of the day, they had barely made a dent in the supply of dandelions.

    'Isn't that wonderful, Mummy? Tomorrow we can start all over again!'
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