Busy weekend

On Saturday I hit the sales and bought some cheap trousers, four new bras, and a pair of garden loppers. I also ran the washing machine, did the regular grocery shopping, and made soup. Sunday, I took the loppers and I went out and lopped. I got a little lopping crazy, in fact; and then leaf-raking crazy and compost-bin-filling crazy. Four hours worth of crazy in the garden. It was glorious - blissfully mild for January, with bluetits flying in and out of the conifers and a robin dogging me looking for grubs and reminding me that he's the boss... Then I did some cleaning, ate soup and spent the evening sewing. Today I am so stiff I feel like an octogenarian. My back! My knees! I love my garden, but it punishes me sometimes. It is so good though to look out of the kitchen window and not be staring into a mass of leaves - I was able to lop all those long whippy branches that were obscuring the view. Sometimes the best thing you can do in a garden is not to nurture and encourage, but to cut things back, so that the light and the air can come through for everything, and everyone...

It was a constructive weekend, though, no?

Oh my back. Oh my knees...