Happy June, all

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