Winter vegetable garden is growing: peas, carrots, beets, broccoli, cabbage. I stewed up the couple of Roma tomatoes and all of the cherry tomatoes we grew and then we pulled up the tomato plant jungle to make way for the winter veggies.
The yard is still our favorite place to be but it's looking rather tired and torn up just now. The citrus box is nearly complete with a few orange trees and a little lemon tree planted. We've excavated ground for a shed beside the garage and a circular spot in the wild place we call "The Park" for a small brick patio where the laid-down pepper tree was removed. We've pulled up some brick pathway to be reset and a whole bunch of hex pavers are being repurposed.
I suppose all the physical labor has drawn the energy I would otherwise put toward mental tasks such as stringing words together in coherent patterns. It appears that you can have my brain or you can have my brawn, but it's one or the other. I had to rest up to write this.
May the rain come after a while like my words after a rest, and in the meantime I'll be outdoors grunting and sweating and shoveling and wheelbarrowing and moving pavers and taming the wild overgrowth with my trusty garden tools.
