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. ❤☘
This is a disclaimer, to say that I am daft. Daft to the nth degree.
Because I totally screwed up my #418 post by labelling it as a Sunday post… when in fact, it was a Monday.
This is made even more ridiculous by the fact that I have the name ‘Sunday’ in the post title.
Blame the long weekend, or the fact that I apparently am now losing touch of my days?
You know what is funny though? I have likes on it (tee hee hee).
Sorry not sorry, it is kinda funny. Moving on.
Because, moving process, I currently don’t have internet. This means that some lengthy posts I had planned to post this week will be accumulating and sitting in a folder on my laptop, being unread.
So in light of this fiasco of internet non-connection, I’ll still be posting my daily blog post title, followed by a very short summary of what it will be about… to be filled in with my actual post at some point, hopefully no later than next week…
I promise, I will not cheat. These posts will exist daily, albeit on an offline folder hidden from your view, ready to be seen and read… sometime soon. Hopefully.
Now I will go because tapping a screen on my new phone, no matter how fantastic it is, becomes tedious after a while…
And all this because when I said “organise disconnection for Friday,” the phone provider thought that to mean “commence immediately!”
Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.