Saturday 21 May 2011
SKY AT THE END OF THE DAY
and a hard day it was. Hardly can walk now, it is a muscular ache from all day pruning the laurel, bundle the branches, moving them with the van up the hill and throwing them on our ground between the trees.
And halfway only, so huge it was and so high up with dead wood underneath.
We ate a cold pasta salad, and stracchiatella ice. Bear and wine, Schluss, a bit commenting and a welearned rest.