M0nica
Lovely day to day, 4c, I have been out raking leaves, stuffing them into a great big building material sack and taking them to the tip. I live in a village. Our house is surrounded by trees, none of which are ours. Raking leaves? Best gardening job of the year, warmly wrapped, surrounded by the smell of winter and dead leaves. Everyone saying 'hallo' as they pass by.
I have just come in back aching and with cold rosy cheeks. Lunch is in the oven. What more could I want?
Exactly like our morning here Monica!. It's chilly and grey, but the leaves in the front garden were piling up, so out we went, an hour of raking, bending and lifting soon warmed us up. Chat with passing dog walking neighbours. So inspired by the burst of activity that I dragged the Henry out of the garage and vacuumed the car interior while Dh gave the front lawn what we hope will be it's final cut of the year. Now inside with a warm glow; bit of hard work and the satisfaction of a job well done.