I
have exhausted myself in the garden today. It’s rare for me – shunning the
opportunity to cycle, or game, or generally laze about, in favour of backbreaking
labour with a trowel – but today has done me the world of good. It was very
meditative and therapeutic. Concentrating on the weeding and pruning and
clearing and mowing kept my mind off work matters in a way that I normally only
achieve through excessive cycling or loud drumming. I now have very sore back muscles, a stiff shoulder, countless
scratches from brambles and welts from stinging nettles, but a very nice-looking
lawn and beds. I’ll probably leave it for ages now and then end up ploughing my
way through a jungle again sometime in July, but for now I am contented and
proud.
RC 2-6-19
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