Has been.

This is approximately how I'm feeling today.

I started off well by filling in a huge hole the dogs dug beside the front gate. Then I transplanted some crab grass in the hope it will grow over the wound and by way of protection, covered the whole area with plastic fruit boxes and logs to stop the being moved.

I don't know what the odds are for success. I will keep you informed. Hole digging is a problem I had forgottten about.

The trouble with working in the garden is how wretched I feel afterwards. Something tells me I'm getting old.