And More Spring Elves
Major construction being done on the pond. Looks like a war zone!
Look what we found at the bottom.
These are the mortal remains of two (and approximately one quarter) of the boys' army guys. When our first four boys (now all teenagers and beyond) were little, they just loved these guys. Threw them out of the tops of trees, crushed them under the wheels of bikes, drowned them in the bottom of the pond... Each one of them had specific name, rank, and character that even their mother was aware of. They were called things like Chicken Man and Irish Guy and happily suffered and gave their little plastic lives for the good of the little boy cause. What memories of my boys' childhood flooded back when I saw these bits and pieces!
Loved as only a little boy can love an action figure, the bottom of the pond may actually have been the most fitting resting place for them. We'll have to have a solemn reinterment before we finish pond reconstruction. Maybe the boys can sing a funeral dirge.
They'd like that.