Don’t go telling anyone, but I’ve only gone and done it again.: lost the secateurs, that is. I’ve lost count of how many pairs have gone missing on my watch. Usually they tend to resurface, twelve or so months down the track when Im retackling the same garden, generally rusted shut – or open – either way, useless.

I’ve started a new tidy-up project to fill the gap between now and the autumn leaf bonanza; the garden on the South side of the house. It’s a big job and I tend to to set large daily milestones hence my brain having no recollection of the secateurs at clean up time. I was a tad exhausted.

The thing is, no one on the Homestead will be the slightest bit surprised..

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I wrote this at lunchtime, planning to take some photos to jazz up the post a bit but I got waylaid

and then a thought popped into my head: I dumped a whole lot of weeds over the chicken fence yesterday.

Hooray!