I've not written on my blog this week. I've busied myself with other writing and with working in my garden. Well really, working on the weeding.
This house came with overgrown gardens. Boy, were they overgrown. We've struggled with taming them and have now worked out a truce of sorts, where we weed until we're tired out and then we sit around admiring what we've accomplished and drink a glass of wine.
Taming them is work requiring a bulldozer.
It's good to have a garden that demands we rest in between attacks on the weeds. We've learned to enjoy them more because we can relax and pace ourselves and can accept that our gardens are just wild old things.
Perhaps we are becoming wiser or perhaps we simply like sitting on the porch with a glass of wine...