Planting the borders

It is a nice Saturday morning and I want to go to the Vechtoever. We sit in the Sun on the picknick carpet and play. My mama is working a little bit in the garden. And then the neighbours arrive. It seems there is work to be done on our shared border.

But alas, the Sun disappears and I call my mama inside, so they have to do the work on their own, I am afraid.