Sunday at home with GG. Pitchforks in hand, let's go load up the truck with mulch, come home, edge the front beds, cut down the Autumn blooming clematis and the strangely dead Carolina jasmine. Let's weed, dig up and replant those mystery lilies, move newly sprouted bronze fennel to the front beds and cover everything with a fragrant layer of leaf mulch.
Let's start at 11:00am and finally attempt to straighten up slowly, painfully, almost Neanderthal in appearance about 7:00pm.
But hey, the sun was shining, the birds singing as if auditioning for a Disney film, the strawberries blooming, the herbs growing, the blueberries berrying.
As Diana Vreeland used to say: