Another gorgeous day. Got the old wooden pig trough in place, DH having made lots of drainage holes first, fill bottom with broken crocks and stones- and then filled to half with the last of the one compost bin I started to empty, and some of the well rotted manure my farmer friend brought me last year.
Back breaking and my bad knee is not happy- but it is so satisfying. Birds are chirping everywhere, and the red kits are circling above the field as another farmer is tilling the ground.
Makes me happy.
Merlotgran, I feel for you. I have to say (and that day will come, as DH is in his 80th year and me my 75th)- I just can't imagine living without a garden and birdlife, the bats and owls at night and all the rest of it.