Blue is the colour

For possibly the first time ever I'm enjoying weeding. I have no deadline to meet. I can spend as many days on it as I like. I can savour the warmth and  the odours carried on the breeze to my heart's content. Relaxing.

This is barrow no.5 half full, and one barrowload is roughly one hour's weeding. I'm pulling couch grass out of neglected borders, where it has become intertwined with really good plants, and that means fingertip working, sometimes a few blades of grass at a time.

Adopting an "unusual" posture for so long is finding bits of muscles I didn't know I didn't have, so tomorrow will be achey.

Still, it's a nice blue barrow.