A different kind of work today: gardening. This of course, means weeding – hours and hours of it.
So clearly, that pang I feel isn’t technically tennis elbow – it’s weed elbow.
And then – so much to do: going out to dinner and getting lunches and packs ready for tomorrow – and all sorts of other little things to do.
We are fighting cabbage moths/worms; and, of course, harvesting is swinging into full gear. Sheesh! It’s summer, the season when you need a few more hours in each day.
But it’s lovely.
And it will be wonderful to go up a mountain tomorrow and forget about everything except putting one foot in front of the other and enjoying the beauty around us.