Want To See My Muscles?

Exhilarating is the only word for it.

Not only have I mowed through the forest in my side garden I've put down two further bags of gravel, dressed it with a veritable zoo of animals and birdies and placed Zachary the frog on a tree stump.
He loves it.

When I dragged the mower out I stopped for a sec and wondered if I should start, if you know what I mean. But as soon as the first mighty hills of grass fell and I saw a clearing it gave me the impetus to carry on! So carry on I did...
Now I can hang out my unmentionables without grass tickling my screaming knees!

I don't know if the birds love me or just see me as the pint pot lady with a seemingly endless supply of grub BUT I was not alone in my work.

A pair of grey Essex pigeons called Ron and Elaine got themselves comfortable on the feeder never turning a hair when I trundled up and down and along with machines and ornaments. Cocky I thought. Very cocky indeed. And then a blackbird danced a jaunty jig under the Japanese maple whilst I watered the carrots. I sooooo loved his company.
All I needed was a cat or two to turn up and I would have had the makings of Gloria's Ark:)

I soldiered on not stopping once for refreshment because if I'd have sat myself down on the step that would have been it, I'd have had a book out and a nice cup of tea and all my good works would have stopped. No doubt about it John.

More...

I'd made a space by some bush/tree I don't know the name of and thought how perfect it would be if I stuck a couple of chairs and old table down for those times when I rest....
So over to the dumpy bit by the garage where I found two decent garden chairs (not my first choice but they were free so...) and within seconds I'd wetted them with soapy water and plopped them down. Table? I needed a table. The enormous table that matches the chairs is in the conservatory so that wasn't coming out, took an age to get in!

The only table I could use was the one that the birds used to use...I scrubbed it, bubbled it up with bleach, rinsed it thoroughly and now it's squashed in between the horrible chairs but at least there's somewhere for old Glo to park her tea pot.
What else?

So after two hours of man graft, gritted toes (shoes got a split in the sole) and tiny tiny hole in my thumb, (Nature getting her own back) I mounted my cracking step in a majestic manner and gazed at my Wonky Wonderland:)



I've hung a truly beautiful Zen type windchime from the t.v. aeriel:)


Ta ta!