The toiler

verbenaThe sun was poised to set; the mountain’s resident raptors circled overhead for the last time; the blue tits frolicked among the sunflowers in the vegetable garden. And still I worked on.The last quadrant was the worst as I was dying to get it over and done with.   But if you are cursed with the desire to do a thorough job then this is what you get.

But now it’s done. Hurrah. The huge lawn is raked and spiked, extra grass seeds sown, all watered. I’d break out the bubbly but I don’t think I have the power to lift a heavy bottle. A three day job; who would have guessed it could take so long?

Tomorrow I promise to stay well away from anything that screams monoculture.   the lawn done at last