Perfect Sunday

Today played out along similar lines to yesterday. If anything it was a little warmer, and the work a little harder, but even more satisfying.

Having talked about sowing grass seed under the conservatory where the old plant bench used to sit, and then about cutting back the lawn to the same width pre-pond as it is post-pond, we ingeniously put the two together and decided to transplant the cut turf under the window instead.

After five hours of digging, treading, ripping out yards of bamboo, raspberry and ivy roots, and the transplanting of a clump of peonies and a broom, the result was a radical improvement on where we'd started yesterday morning.

Energy levels started to flag dangerously when there was still a couple of feet to go, but we'd set ourselves a target of reaching the old tree stump and with a bit of grit and determination we made it, although I expect to suffer for it tomorrow. The weather's expected to hold up for another few days, so we're planning another attack for tomorrow evening after work, and I'll probably cut both lawns (our neighbour is in hospital and his grass needs a trim even more than ours), but for now we're settling back in smug satisfaction and ready for a dollop of corned beef hash, homemade rice pudding and Alien Resurrection.