So, today....beds got prepared, dozens of the babies planted = back hurts...Ow!!
Nice warm, relaxing bath awaits. Just depends if I beat Junior to it. She worked like a little trooper on her plot and even installed a whirly windmill type of bird distractor on her bit, while I could not muster the strength to put netting over mine. So....she is miles nimbler than her old ma and will no doubt get pole position a la bath by beating me upstairs... and I'll just have to ache a bit longer. Normally, bribing her with chocolate does the trick but recent toothachey days and nights have put her off sweet stuff. Bugger!!
I wanted to take photos of our horticultural endeavours but forgot the camera. Will take some tomorrow but what's the betting that the local birds will have munched our little plantlings in the meantime?
Tomorrow is our Easter Sunday and we normally have Easter breakfast in the morning. Hope the old spine recovers enough for this.Know how Quasimodo must have felt...'tis no joke. Joys of being old and unfit.