I was at the weekend - knee deep in it... All of my own making, well not literally!!
The idea was to sort out the large compost pile which seems to have grown and taken over one corner of the garden. It was also my intention to empty the worm bins and clean out the chicken shed. I often feel like the little red hen as I stand at the back door in my wellies, hair tied up, filthy and with a slight whiff of poo when I ask "who will help my in the garden?"
Heads turn and I can just make out muffled laughs or is it choking as they make replies in the negative through the cakes, breads and pies they are eating which wouldn't have been made the day before with out the contributions from the garden or the girls (chickens)!
So off I go with my wheelbarrow, ranting to the girls as I go...when lo, I can hear the drag of feet and knuckles from a teenager with over sized wellies on (he's pinched his dads boots) and then a dark shadow appears at the end of the chicken shed. Its my eldest - offering help as there has just been a discussion on Radio One. Apparently, gardening is more rewarding that an hour down the gym as you can see the benefits twice - in you and in your garden!
3 hours that poor lad was on compost and hedge cutting duty...