A second Summer

Well, Who'da thought.
Washing done, Grass cut done, garden done, allotment done, snooze and book reading in sun in freshly seeded garden done, stomp over Arthur done. I discovered what I am going to call Arthurs backside tonight. A whole myriad of little paths and secret view point I never new existed.
I feel a bit lost for purpose in life now the big cycle is done. There's plenty boring jobs to be done but I can't seem to motivate. They are boring after all.