That’s just the play time.
Old shed. It has done 27 years and the roof and floor are slowly being chewed up. The new one has arrived and will be assembled on Friday. Meanwhile, I have become very thin in order to dig out a sludge of earth, stones and roots from the narrow passage at the back of the shed.Some of my beloved maples are coming into leaf and all my transplanted seedlings seem to be thriving. This is Sango Kaku. The one below may not look much yet, but I’ll post another photo in a couple of weeks time.
And then there’s the ivy. We have taken three loads to the dump and filled four of the big green bins, and there’s still plenty left. In between these activities, I’ve been trying to finish setting the text of the private family version of Surviving the Death Railway: A POW’s Memoir and Letters from Home, and organising the launch party for the published version.