At the weekend time must be spent outside working against the complete regrowth of the jungle that we optimistically call our “garden”.
On Sunday I was about to seriously hack to pieces a rose bush that’s been bugging me for years. (It has overgrown the path to the compost bin, snagging me each time I pass it.) But then I found it overrun with these. And there’s no way that rose is going now.
B₂ loves doing this sort of stuff with me. We could spend hours looking at ants and spiders and birds and flowers and all the rest. And sometimes we do.
The photo shows all that: the big and the small.
Elsewhere on Sunday, (and this is more a note to myself) another row of spuds went in, and I trimmed the grass up the side of the stairs to the road.