Grateful gardening

Back to work today after five lovely days off for Easter, where I didn’t run at all, but saved my energy for gardening. It’s a bit of a pandemic cliche at this stage, but I have never felt so motivated to clean and tidy our garden. I have spent many hours scrubbing 20 years of dirt off the patio with a wire brush, and derived more satisfaction from the results than I can believe! I planted every seed I had, repotted plants and planted up some bulbs my mother gave me. I am moving plants around to see where they are best displayed and to make sure they get enough light. I am so grateful to have a garden; I feel for families who are stuck inside with no access to any outdoor space. So I intend to make the most of it.

But back to work means back to running in the morning so I did 2 miles on another glorious spring day, mercifully quiet enough to run down the middle of the road to avoid the few pedestrians that were out. One woman actually thanked me, which was nice. It was a bit eerie but also very beautiful. Could get used to it.