Another happy Saturday spent mucking around the back yard. The going is slow, but I just want to keep steadily at it. My hands are puffy and sore from weeding, and David pulled every brick out of the backyard path, stacked them into a tidy wall-pile, and is digging up 3 inches of dirt and weeds to lay in sand eventually, before re-bricking the thing. Elwood ate some grass, and can't tell where the birds are chirping from, because he is a half-deaf one-ear. I feel old-lady sore now, in my back and my hips, from all the bending and leaning over, but it's wonderful. It's truly wonderful and does my heart more good than I can say, to sit in my own grass, and look at flowers and touch the earth, and feel the breeze. I'm not kidding, living under a freeway with no real access to outdoorsiness for 3 years got us here, and I don't ever want to live again with out a little bit of outside that one can claim and be in, even if it's just a porch or stoop, with a potted plant sitting on it.

Also, gardening all day is a good way to keep me out of stores where I want to buy things I can't afford to decorate & furnish my house. We started arranging the crafty room this morning, and I'm hoping to get some drawing or painting in tomorrow. Well, time for a shower, I have filthy hobbity feet from my gardening day.