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Coffee After Work


A working wheel on your wheelbarrow makes a difference. Three loads I had brought with the flat tyre, and satisfaction had balanced difficulty. But with a pumped new tyre, nine loads flew up from the horse field today. The newest raised bed is nearly filled, is covered with pots where we decide what will take root where. A working wheel is better, though the lack of it enhanced the joy of having.
I am learning to love ease. To sit back after the work and admire. In the polytunnel the squashes and the melons have their handmade frames, and I have a mug of coffee.




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Jo said…
Gotta have that coffee.
6 June 2015 at 18:01
Geo. said…
There is a quiet happiness composed in your description, and in the collection of objects on the table. Rewarding and refreshing.
6 June 2015 at 21:31
Lisa Southard said…
Wrote this in situ on my phone- could barely move my arms from the day's exertions but (as you will know) a good days' work is a source of reward and refreshment. And the polytunnel is one of those places where everything looks happy.
6 June 2015 at 23:43
Dixie@dcrelief said…
'Learning to love ease.' What is that? I wish my tyre on my wheel barrow worked - I miss it.
7 June 2015 at 21:42
Lisa Southard said…
Loving ease didn't come easy to me! I wish some your way, and a working barrow too xx
7 June 2015 at 22:11
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