Tidy

I take it back, it is a blank canvas. A clean slate.

I finished my indoor work early afternoon today and whooped for joy as if I’d been let out of school for the holidays.

Out with a rake and a dozen buckets and I was down to the battleground that was the fallen wall.

It’s looking ready for a solution.  I have picked up endless broken bits of wall debis and moved all the tiny pebbles that used to live behind the lovely granite.

I have even found a place to put them.

The huge yawning gap that was my soft fruit orchard is slowly, slowly getting filled. I have worked out a way to climb up without killing myself and falling into the olive tree or dropping onto random brambles. So I ferried up dozens of buckets and can actually see a chance to salvage this annoying mess.

I even found some bulbs and a few strawberry bushes clinging on. So I have covered them with a bit of soil and sent them a secret blessing for being so tenacious.

It doesn’t look pretty.

Oh, and speaking of pretty – look who came down to inspect my perfectly raked soil and proceeded to make little cat marks all over the track.

Pesky. And he didn’t even hang around for very long for some affection. He is being ornery today.

But I was in too good a mood to be cross.  He wanted to climb into his wine box and snuggle down in the unexpected warmth in the potting shed.  I had half a mind to join him.