With the grain

No mow April; and no trim April and no prune April and no weed April and no dig April. MrsM managed a productive hour of potting and pottering in the afternoon sunshine - an hour more than I did. She says the long grass is good for the wildlife - is that why I found a newt in the pond?

You can't deny that daisies and forget-me-nots raise a smile. If you look carefully, there is even a bit of out-of-focus cherry blossom. For the first time since we started grappling with viruses, we had the energy to eat outside. Under the garden table, the grass is etiolated and knee-high - I'll need to start with a strimmer, not a mower. The moment will come

I made some frames for the bees, which was meditative and undemanding. Sometimes wood splits and nails bend and tab A does not fit into slot B. It can be a frustrating task. Today, the materials seemed to sense that my patience threshold is low; nothing was to tight or too loose; there were no knots in the wrong place. I'll take that as therapy