Ruth and I were out of the house all day today. First she completed her next marathon swim (2000m), then we collected the deeds to the house (rather overdue), and finally a shopping trip for essentials: coffee (Ian), books (Ruth) and underwear (me).
When we got home, I found this:
Domestic bliss. My very own gardener.
A more entertaining shot might have been of the chainsaw stuck in the tree, but then Ian might have returned to base camp and never again ventured into the garden.
A more entertaining shot might have been of the chainsaw stuck in the tree, but then Ian might have returned to base camp and never again ventured into the garden.
He’s done an amazing job. Lots of the branches have dead limbs, or had… now we just have piles of them waiting for the bonfire bus. Some will become Ian’s new hedgehog and frog hangout. He’s worried than when we finally take down the old bonfire there will be nowhere for them to hide.
Sterling work, Ian.
And here is the Indian bean tree groaning with happiness.
And this? Well, I haven’t a clue what it is, but I think it’s fabulous.
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