Robb and I spent an agreeable afternoon, in the back garden of our new home.
More accurately, I hacked at all the overgrown tangles, and Robb hooked what he could in the crook of his cane, and dragged the detritus to our gigantic compost pile.
We have a lot of work to do.
And I couldn't be happier.
Was I dead asleep on the couch, back at our apartment, at 8:30 this evening. Will my neck and shoulders be sore tomorrow? Will it all be worth it?
Do you have to ask?