Muscles Sore, Heart Full.

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Another day, another.. big pile of wood. I would rather spend a weekend working hard making sure we have our basic needs sorted - fire, vegetables, chooks - than pen pushing all week.

Spent Saturday cutting more wattle down in reserve. No one can get in there but us, coz we have a really narrow Suzuki carry that can drive between council barriers.

Our wood shed was a mess. We cleaned it up and took some of the east wall down so we could drive the ride on mower and push mower in and out of weather. Its so much better now.

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Weeded the garlic patch and started a new compost pile. Took a big trailer load of crap to dump. Got the scrap metal guy in to fill a skip. Spring cleaning is fun. I like a minimalist life. Cant take this shit with you when you go.

Tomorrow is potato planting.

This afternoon is gin and tonic in the sunshine time, before the weather turns bad next week. My muscles are sore but heart is full.

Probably one of the shortest posts I've written. No one is posting, no one is reading. Meh. Also, can't be dealing with tokens. It's a madhouse out there.

How is your weekend so far?

Muscles Sore, Heart Full. | Ecency