It's that time of year again.
"The long weekend"
“May two four” .... Whatever..
Despite the plethora of names it usually means a lot of work... digging, sweeping, ripping up and tearing down, planting, grass cutting, fertilizing and in general wearing oneself out just in time to go back to work.!
Many people enjoy this spring ritual... Don't ask me why because I am not one of them nor am I a gardener.
Oh don't get me wrong I love being outside but I'm usually to be found sitting in the shade, as I am now mostly with a good book and a cool drink listening to the spring chorus and watching the aerial dogfights between boy birds and girl birds. ....
The above section was written earlier this morning before the piper demanded his due and who has now been paid with a pound of sweat.
A section of fence that didn't winter too well has been rebuilt and the gate has been fixed. Much to the other winter's consternation, she watched and I suspect took notes as I worked. The moment I was finished she was there, checking out the workmanship for that fatal flaw that means a way of escape..
There is one but don't tell her...
So that's it for today, debt paid, the back lawn can wait until tomorrow and I am writing this on my laptop under the newly erected gazebo enjoying a iced (green) tea
Have a great weekend everyone …
"Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy.
You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday.
No wonder you feel that lost sensation.
You're sunk from a riot of relaxation".
~Ogden Nash, about weekends
*For those in different lands who do not celebrate Queen Victoria's Birthday (that is what the May long weekend is) Please don't ask me to explain why Queen Victoria's Birthday, which is May 25th became the excuse for a long weekend in the colonies but it is on May 18 this year... ask a politician