Early middle-age and its various unique perspectives and ramifications were going to be theme of this post, but I have developed a bad back this weekend, so that will have to wait until I can concentrate through the screaming pain.
The irony has not escaped me.
Anyway, there is time enough for me to say a final farewell to one of my venerable old apple trees, an unforseen victim of the current garden project.
I can't say I'm happy about it, even two weeks after the event. But I suppose losing two feet from a shed base area and a tree which contained happy childhood memories were a fair swap for taking chickens out of the equation...
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