Good morning. 
9 April 2025
Yesterday, my wife finished planting her garden after working on it for a few days. It's a raised garden built atop an older, existing raised garden. The setup includes four individually enclosed areas, each with neatly planted rows, all within a raised space protected by a low, rabbit-proof wire fence. She truly outdid herself, adding gravel and paver walkways between the planting areas for an extra touch of perfection. I’m duly impressed—I could never have accomplished something like that. Her vision for this project is incredible, and it’s not something I possess. Apparently, though, I still have some usefulness, as I managed to lift and move the heavy bags of soil and gravel to the garden. Afterward, she kindly suggested I take a seat, so I shuffled off to the patio like the knuckle-dragging helper that I am.
"Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade." - Rudyard Kipling
