I ache. My hands, my arms, my legs, my torso, my ass, my toenails – they all hurt. I have so much dirt encrusted in my hands and face, it may be mistaken for a tan when I return to work tomorrow. If I make it that far. I’ve fallen asleep on the couch the last two nights and been put to bed by 9.30pm. But I’ve managed to get a heap done.
Everything is looking amazing. The raised beds are teeming with plantlife. Seeds, seedlings and sprouts adorn nearly every surface of the house. And best of all we have a new forest garden…but more on that when I get my strength back. Roast chicken dinner with friends should help. And tomorrow it’s back to work, slowly.