The first thing I did when baby girl and I got home after school pick-up?
Put my feet up?
Have a coffee?
Read a mag?
No no no.
I put on my gardening gloves and pulled out weeds.
I LOVED IT. I was outside and at it for 90 minutes. I hovered and crouched over the garden bed, the afternoon sun shining brightly on my humble work as my hands got to it.
Baby girl was running around and digging up holes, Mister F rolled his winter belly around in the sunshine when he wasn’t keeping a keen eye on oversized black crows perching nearby, and even Hubble got in on the act when he came home from work, finding homes for 3 new plants.
All 4 of us outdoors, breathing in fresh air, loving this Spring weather.
It was therapeutic. Pulling out weeds in your garden, or your life garden… same same. Either way my body aches from the new positions I was in, and I am thoroughly exhausted…
But I love it. And I want more. ❤☘