Outside

One of those sunny Sundays when the backdrop makes the jobs a bit easier. We weren’t up as early as yesterday but the bed was stripped once Bailey deigned to move and we walked before I settled to work. Both back doors open all day; the bedding washed, dried and ironed; prep and marking punctuated with outdoors reading and a day outside for the dahlias. I’ve watered the garden this evening and chipped away a bit more at the marking pile with a plan to disperse it across the week. I think a full five days might be a shock to the system.