Over Christmas and New Year, my body behaved in a way I found disconcerting enough to propel me to the doctor’s. Already feeling anxious, I’ve now found myself cramming my time with activities to divert my thoughts but as I am sure most people know from their own experiences, the middle of the night is the most trying period of the day.
I doubt my neighbours would approve of the rumble of hoover on the stairs, even though they do need doing. On the other hand, I don’t think they will complain about my posting a photo of the lone snowdrop which has come up in the front garden this year.
I noticed it as we were on our way out to Old Sleningford Farm for the monthly volunteer workday yesterday. Just shows you how quickly a plant can grow, as I’m sure the flower wasn’t there earlier in the week.
Anyway, at the farm, Rachel and I did a lot of chopping. A number of willows had been removed from the forest garden along with ash suffering from ash dieback and old growth on the kiwis. So, we were taking off the thinner branches in order for the bigger wood to be cut for the wood burner.
It was therefore a good day out and a good work out.