Gardener's knees

Today has mostly been spent on a traditional Sunday activity of sorting out the garden. These aren't my knees as you might have guessed, although mine looked very similar. As well as the wholesome feeling of some ingrained dirt on the hands and under the fingernails, I also had a sense of accomplishment having finally dug out a very large and stubborn stump from the front garden, with the help of my trusty mattock and several cups of tea.