No that isn’t a spelling mistake. It was Helen‘s birthday on Wednesday, and she said she didn’t really want anything you could buy in a shop. What she really wanted was some help with getting the house and garden sorted. So the whole family spent yesterday being serfs. We shifted the piles of vine prunings tot eh bonfire, where Theresa burned them. We dug out the old rubbish heap and dumped it further from the house, so that the place could be used as a compost heap. The old pigsty became a wood-store. I weeded the flowerbed and Carlos moved a small pile of cement blocks to where Helen’s going to build a wall.
I wish I’d taken some “before” photos, but here’s the flowerbed afterwards. You’ll just have to take my word for it that the flowers were barely visible beneath the weeds.
