Digging it

....or, calling a spade a spade.

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself on Saturday and Sunday mornings until the Premier League starts up again. Perhaps I could lay in bed awhile longer, but I don't think that's going to happen. Maybe use the time to learn a new language, but the boss says I have enough trouble with English.

A lovely sunny day prompted the boss to say "Plant that tree!" On Mother's Day, who was I to argue.
I had visions of hitting rock two inches down from the surface as is often the case with new housing over here. (Before they build, they scrape the top soil away and then sell it back to you later.) Luckily, it was plain sailing.

Ah well. Until tomorrow....