Spring has sprung and the cuckoos are competing with each other. I have counted three so far. Butterflies are everywhere and the birds' chorus is wonderful. With all this nature around me I turned my attention to the wilderness, otherwise known as my garden. The cherry tree is in full bloom but is being choked with brambles and ivy. I hate gardening but needs must and all that. The trouble is I had to squat under the cherry tree to try and cut the brambles with shears. This is excruciating on the back, let alone the legs. It did cross my mind that if we are locked down for many more months I might need blackberries but I knew that I was just looking for excuses not to keep going.
It was hot so after an hour I had had enough. I stepped back to admire my work. Like my ironing it didn't look any different. The ivy was still growing up the trunk, the brambles continued to cover the ground and what idiot wears a cashmere cardigan when they are gardening in the heat?
It was hot so after an hour I had had enough. I stepped back to admire my work. Like my ironing it didn't look any different. The ivy was still growing up the trunk, the brambles continued to cover the ground and what idiot wears a cashmere cardigan when they are gardening in the heat?
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