It was a weekend of doing a few things to satisfy my Spring clean/fix/polish/shine/sweep'ing instincts. Despite their best efforts to duck, both C2 and J got roped into my mania.
We don't have a yard at our little house in Melbourne but we do have two courtyards that are rather pleasant when swept clean of piles of possum poop, and smelling sweetly of blooming jasmine. Our trees were trimmed this week ridding us, in the process, of three possum nests so J and I swept, washed, and scrubbed the courtyards, planted flowers, fresh herbs, tomatos and pepper plants, and J's requisite pumpkin plant.
The next day, my back was so stiff, I could barely move.