We ought to be huddled around the fire indoors and plotting our next moves. Or in my case, planning what wall to paint next.
I paint walls and rooms and furniture endlessly indoors when I can’t be outside playing.
The mower, since its service and blade replacement, purrs and purrs and is almost a joy to use.
And lower terraces of course.
I think I can do one more terrace if I put the blade height up to the max so I don’t run over stones and damage the new blade.
This one (artistically called Terrace 4) is fine and quite straight and flat. And now that I have cut back the chestnut tree that used to jut out into the path, not even a treacherous journey. A full face plant of chestnut burr was never a relaxing way to start one’s day.