Another day another garden

I spent much of the day working on Iona's garden.  She has a small garden which has possibilities.  One of these possibilities is raised beds.  So we built one and it looked fine.
As I was working on it, I started to enthuse on how easily the spade went through the soil and how the soil itself looked wonderful.  I remarked more than once how easy it was to work and how well it must have been looked after.  I think at one time I described it as gorgeous.
Iona chuckled at my enthusiasm.  Maybe its an age thing.  Meantime, things in my own garden are unravelling.