I really do.
Sleep in, have a leisurely coffee.
Read a book for a while.
Wander off to the post office where I pay my rent.
Then home again, where I noticed the roses had new flowers so I cut a few for my kitchen.
Three yellows, two reds and a beautiful pink edged cream one.
Then, I spent a couple of happy hours wandering around in my front garden.
Of course we all know it isn't exclusively mine, but let's not get bogged down in technicalities.
I can see the whole front yard from my door and window, so that's good enough for me to call it mine.
I pulled on my new gardening gloves, got out my recycling tub, the new secateurs, the new pruning saw and went to work.
Deadheading the roses, sawing off a lot of dead wood from them, pulling out odd bits of grass and some young thistles here and there.
I had a wonderful time
I have to tell you though, most of these are old fashioned rose varieties, with thorns.
Lots of thorns.
Even with the gardening gloves I got stabbed and scratched quite a bit.
I washed off with undiluted Dettol, then followed that with hot water and lots of soap!
This is very satisfactory work, because I know the rose bushes will reward me with lots of new blooms.
Heaven is in my front yard.
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