I've found that picking up stones is just as addictive as raising flowers and vegetables. If it weren't for the five-level winds freezing to death today, it is estimated that we would have been able to pick up a whole tricycle stone and go home. It was supposed to be a sunny belt

I've found that picking up stones is just as addictive as raising flowers and vegetables. If it weren't for the five-level winds freezing to death today, it is estimated that we would have been able to pick up a whole tricycle stone and go home.

Originally, I wanted to see the sky and take the dogs to walk to the river, and I wanted to see the vegetable fields opened by the teachers. I saw a lot of stones on the ground, but as long as I picked one up, it was difficult to stop, basically to see which one I liked.

The great north wind whistled, the gloves were not worn, the ears were about to freeze off, and the stiff fingers had to be planed a few more pieces. I thought of picking up the big ones that could pave the yard, and the small ones that could pave the bottom of the pool.

It was too cold, the sun was shining, and it was three or four degrees at noon, and it was estimated that the wind was less than zero degrees. Hurry back to the house, and when the equipment is complete, it is not too late for the wind and the sun to fight again.