Happiness is a back garden
The hottest May bank holiday weekend ever apparently. Warmer here than in all kinds of places further south. Lorraine and I spent it very happily working in the back garden, making stern decisions and taking plants out, and planting the purple flowering magnolia Anton gave us among other things. We repositioned the composter, and we did a lot of shovelling of compost into the garden. Lovely chocolatey stuff it was too. Lorraine miraculously got the lawn mower to work, which although a good thing was also faintly annoying after I had given it a bath of WD40 and had several bouts of wrestling it using foul language and brute strength to no avail.
There was an interlude of our next door neighbours igniting a barbecue which Chernobylled into our garden. When the worst of this smog cleared another neighbour began using some kind of soil flattener, which made a noise like a WW1 tank. He then laid artificial turf for his twin boys to scuff footballs on. Eventually, however, tranquility descended. After hard toil and shovelling in the garden, we sat happily in the sun for a bit. We even played a game of Scrabble outside. Even after the rigours of yesterday, I was compelled to have a beer, as Lorraine sipped a spritzer. A great feeling of happiness today.
Below, a frog in our sunken bucket. I was nearby trimming the bottom of my ferns, when I heard a plop, and there was this face looking up at me, and seemed quite happy to be photographed.
There was an interlude of our next door neighbours igniting a barbecue which Chernobylled into our garden. When the worst of this smog cleared another neighbour began using some kind of soil flattener, which made a noise like a WW1 tank. He then laid artificial turf for his twin boys to scuff footballs on. Eventually, however, tranquility descended. After hard toil and shovelling in the garden, we sat happily in the sun for a bit. We even played a game of Scrabble outside. Even after the rigours of yesterday, I was compelled to have a beer, as Lorraine sipped a spritzer. A great feeling of happiness today.
Below, a frog in our sunken bucket. I was nearby trimming the bottom of my ferns, when I heard a plop, and there was this face looking up at me, and seemed quite happy to be photographed.
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