Midsummer Day

Why am I in working clothes and up a stepladder wielding hedge trimmers, shears and similar tools? On a lovely fine, warm, sunny midsummer day, I should be in my shorts, lounging around the garden with a cold beer.

The trouble is, the garden never stops growing. Oh well - a compromise: take a break, sit with my feet up, a cold beer to hand, and admire my work so far. Clearing up the cuttings won't feel so bad afterwards.