Seeds are in, watering intermittently, waiting.
Stripping paint in the hall. Again. That will be a long, slow process, rather like the garden. Feeling odd that I'm done with the major digging out there. Lots more to do, but no more big, down to the bottom, jobs outside. In here, the paint is waiting to be removed, the wood beneath ready to gleam.
Snoozing.
"Can you believe what I have to put up with?"
