There's a big storm on the horizon, so this morning was a flurry of activity in the garden.
I woke late, and opened the family room curtains to see Boo and Granny busily mulching the front border with leaves, then drank my tea while the gardeners (joined by Papa, now) planted 20 small hedges and three large trees in our field. Immediately the expanse of grass seems to have become a garden -- there are still two flowering cherries to be put in, and in just a few years I know it will look magnificent.
Then I puttered about the house, cleaning and making cream-of-courgette soup, while Boo bathed and dressed before going out with Papa on a shopping excursion.
Jumps meanwhile mowed, raked, (sadly buried a deceased chicken), and chopped and stacked wood, and he's now in the shed finishing up a homebrew that needs to be bottled.
The fire's on, windows and curtains are closed, and dinner prepped -- we're tucked in cosily for the night and ready for the storm to do its worst!