Been working for hours in the garden steadily for days and days. Yesterday, I spent FIVE hours, digging, weeding, watering, and planting – now, all my dreams are about plants, weeds, flowers and fragrant, damp earth. I love manual labour! (And the garden’s looking nice, although I have tons more work to do on the side and back. Lopped off many branches of random weed trees and bushes last week and earlier this week, and all I saw in my dreams were visions of overgrown backyard forests.
The wilderness wants to return, Climate Change, notwithstanding – at least, in these parts!
And I adore both a tamed garden and the unstoppable wilderness!