It's been almost two months since I left my lovely home. I now live about three and a half miles away in the next village. It's been an enormous adjustment. I don't think I'm going to plaster my heartbreak and sordid details all over the internet. I will say that I am seeking a divorce from The Man of the Place. It isn't fair. Life isn't fair. As I don't have control over some of the events, I do have control over how I move forward.
I now have neighbours. I have to remember to lock the door. I have a small postage stamp of a back garden.
To keep me busy, I asked a friend if I can have a corner of their garden in which to work. They responded by giving me the entire vegetable garden!
These are the before shots:
In the meantime I have all the work inside to do. This polytunnel has a grapevine in it!
The other tunnel has potatoes at one end and strawberries at the other. Lots of things that will need to be evaluated for their usefulness.
It seemed that three hours was a good enough start. Don't want to overdo it. The rabbits will have their merry way, if I don't shut things up properly. I shut the top tunnel up and went back to collect my jacket and radio from the tunnel I had been working in. . . . and I noticed that it smelled differently. Where it was dry and dusty before and didn't smell of anything in particular, now it smelled of life!
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