When I say mud, I mean mud.

Finally, a break from the rain and a bit of sun. Out in the garden, red kites swirling overhead, planting the bulbs donated by father-in-law, digging in the garden manure and last year’s leaf mould and hoping that all the effort will help the soil.

An to finish, a couple of hours pulling out the twigs from the pile of leaves and bagging up for next year’s compost.

I’ll leave the glamour part of the gardening to my wife while I do the only stuff i can be safely entrusted to: the mud and rotting leaves.

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