“Your dad reckons we ought to dig up the last couple of yards of the lawn before winter sets in, if we want to use the ground to plant anything next spring,” Mark said before putting a forkful of chicken into his mouth.
“Oh, right.” I knew little about horticulture, leaving that side of things to Mark. “What were you thinking of growing?”
“Vegetables, mainly. It’d be nice to be able to pick our own, much fresher than buying them in the shops.”
“Cheaper, too,” Sam put in.
“Spoken like a true Yorkshireman,” Mark grinned.
Though secretly I admitted to myself that Sam had a point.
“We’ll need to buy a few garden tools,” I said, mentally planning another trip to the garden centre.
“A spade, fork, and perhaps a hoe as well,” Mark said.
“Can we go with you when you buy them?” Sam piped u
