Fruit Pastilles

I ate far more Fruit Pastilles than I should have.

I decided to attack the wilderness that grows behind the house. Other people might be kind enough to call it a garden.

I couldn’t find my gardening gloves, so I had to be careful with the brambles, and the thistles were impossible. I got an ouchie.

I cut off flower heads that were going to seed to try and prevent their spread. I cut down the stuff growing over the drive that get in the way of the car.

When the green wheelie bin was about two thirds full and the sun became unbearably hot, I called it a day.

It looks like I’ve done nothing.