A job to do.

This weekend was the first on our own for the last six weeks, and what did we do?

We worked in the garden, and it was our garden, not some wrecked bad tenant yard, it was our personal wrecked space (because, the time we've been there, things have deteriorated here).

And we improved it, and it felt excellent. Veritibilly, Billy-bob.

Of course, as we were here and not driving around Oshawa, we could actually garden and partake of the red wine and a bit of cheese at the same time.

An excellent combo.

It's not the most efficient way of doing yardwork, tends to deteriorate later in the afternoon towards sitting on the deck and looking at what we did a few hours ago.

Better than real work and there will be more, next weekend.

Wine of course.