As it sinks in… there’s no work on Monday… none at all.
The countdown to the notice has begun, but which number should I start with? Probably not even a two-digit one.
This lovely day. In a strange, strange world.
So I’m digging out and moving around the raised beds… and why not redo a little, to create more space in between.
Digging is good for just about anything. Now they’re positioned the way I want them, at least for this year.
Started rearranging the deck, tidying up a bit.
In my ears: Spells and Cells, Sam Short
(Just happened to start with part three first… the first book in the series is Witch Way to Spellbinder Bay)