The "old mare", grey locks swinging in my face as I set out 75 strawberry plants this morning. Thankfully, I didn't have to dig the holes for the plants.
This is good loamy soil, almost completely stone free.
J. having wielded the shovel, has been roaring about the yard on the lawn mower.
I need to get back out to plant three roses and some lily bulbs.
It would be nice if, after such strenuous labor, we came in and a good lunch had miraculously appeared.
The new kitchen cabinetry and range are due for delivery on Friday, so sometime next week should see the kitchen unpacked and sorted and normal meals resumed.