3. No Cars Go Here

To my son, from your Mum; forever ago. No cars go here, but I know that this is in a line of fields which is one-by-one being eaten up by developers. Who knows what will stand on this patch of buttercups 20, 30, 40 years from now. Maybe still buttercups... I hope so. We've signed enough petitions over the years. Maybe tarmac, maybe foundations, who knows. My hope and prayer for you little-man is that wherever you set down your roots, as you age you may know the blessings of having patches of wildness on your doorstep. Places for your children's children to run free. And in the mean-time, enjoy crawling in the buttercups. Love, Mum x x