It’s a sad but also happy day in our house, actually garden, today. Ten years ago, when I was still married, we bought our son a slide. Not any old slide but one that would last awhile. Little did I realise that many years later I would be trying to convince my son it was time the slide moved on. This week the slide is going and it has been a long process to convince him he no longer needed a huge great big blue slide in the garden.
Its big, not a small thing that can be picked up easily and had to be moved around the lawn every time I mowed the lawn. Working on the fact that I roughly mow the lawn half the year once a week and the slide had to be moved twice each time that’s about 520 times I had to shove, haul and drag the slide.
It’s been many things in its life time with us. A lookout tower against invading ninjas, a easy way to check what was happening over garden fences (don’t ask), a part of a den and even a slide for the cat. The cat was not harmed in any way and although the cat is no longer with us it has nothing to do with the slide antics.
Two gardens down our neighbours quiet often have their young grandchildren to stay. There first visit their noses were peering over the fence at awe at our big blue slide in the garden. They would linger at out gate when they walked past just starring at the great blue thing we had in the garden. For the grandchildren’s next visit we help drag the slide to their garden for them to borrow it. The shrieks, giggles and “once more granddad” could be heard all day.
Last week my son finally declared that the slide could go but only if it was going to a good home. So today, the big blue slide was moved to its new home to 2 gardens up. My son is happy with this as he will be able to see its ok over the fence and the visiting grandchildren will no doubt be making full use of it.