Fresh air

It’s the first day of real sunshine and warmth after a spring
afflicted by rain, snow, hail and thunderstorms. I rushed out to enjoy
the novelty of it all with the intention of lying on a sun lounger
under the cherry tree. When it was cold and miserable I had no trouble
staying indoors and working on the book, blogging or surfing the net
in search of fun new social media applications. But now that spring
seemed to have finaly sprung at last,I really needed to relax.

Unfortunately, what greeted me was six months worth of unmowed lawn.

Two hours of sweaty labour later, my back garden looks lovely - as you
can see. Aah, I can relax now, I thought. The problem is - as I
trudged up and down with tbe mower I kept spotting things that need
doing in the flower beds, along the borders and in the shrubbery.

It must be something to do with my Methodist upbringing. My mother
can’t relax by just sitting in the garden and staring into space.
She’ll be wandering around weeding, nipping buds or picking up dead
leaves. I suddenly felt like doing exactly that.

Oh my god. I’ve became my mother! That thought kept spinning in my mind.

There was only one way that I could see to snap out of it. I decided I
had a much more pressing task: attending to my blog. So here I sit on
the patio beneath a clear blue sky - artfully positioned so that I
can’t see the weeds and shrubs that need pruning, tapping this out on
my PDA and enjoying a cup of tea.

Aah, it’s nice to relax….
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