Spuds

Two nights of rain and two days of sunshine this week and…

ta da

emergent spuds

That's cheered me up. I managed to whack my elbow into the inside of my knee today - pulling out some unbudging roots at an odd angle or something - an innocuous bump as far as my elbow was concerned, a merest nudge, and my knee has reacted as if slugged with a sledge hammer. 

Lots of pain. Real grit your teeth stuff - I even had to say OUW!  I've told knee to stop being a diva; the same elbow got slammed into tarmac a couple of days ago when I tripped while clearing the roadside and it's fine.  Elbow got over that in the flashiest of flashes. Knee continues to sulk.

In other news lots of big lumps of gorse root came out today - the kind that make a satisfying think when they land in the wheelbarrow.

A selection 

It's a pity they aren't parsnips instead of woody old gorse.  There are some interesting shapes among them.

I also had the satisfaction of levering a rock about the size of a bedside cabinet back into a hole (that I could have buried myself in)  and burying it. Bro hoicked out with the digger while doing some test clearing last December and hadn't seen fit to bury it again.

Finally - a nice (ish) picture to remind anyone who thinks I'm balmy (you're welcome, I think so too) why I chose to live out here