As the sun pours forth, so does my energy. Not planning to work the gardens, Samuel’s efforts at weed pulling make it irresistible wanting to cover up the exposed earth with cardboard and wood chips before the invaders filled in with my flowers again.
The sun amidst bird songs while working made it a pleasure until the point of exhaustion giving up the project for Samuel to take over. My energy is highest in the mornings, his the afternoons.
By evening the back gardens looked new as we both put up our feet making wonderful catatonic couch potatoes.