01-17-2021, 02:38 PM
Ahh, Farmington. So many memories. I was about 11 or 12. One of the big competitive sports was Croquet. It got rough. I remember that there were basically two different courses. The normal and the big one. The big one was in an adjoining field and it was BIG! The normal one was just outside the garage in the yard amongst all of the trees and bushes. I remember being sent on a journey as I was 'roqueted' and ended up behind a peony. The Fox laughed his laugh, looked at me and said, "It looks like you've been peonied." From that day forward, that was what it was called when you got put in a tough spot.