We have Patrick stopping over. Just had a pot noodle each, in the garden, for lunch.
And then I mowed the lawn. Or the scrub that passes for a lawn at ours.
Re-turfing bear patches (growl!) is a job we ought to do ASAP.
Teresa puts the picnic chairs and table back, as Pat tries to get out of camera shot. You can’t escape, Pat; even out of shot, we can see your baleful shadow…
I always enjoy cutting the grass. Both for the job itself. And for the results. Overall our garden is still a messy, shaggy affair. This little note of civilised order brings a welcome note of contrast. And a slightly reassuring sense of our ability to, if not control the garden, at least interact with it.