I am going to have to learn to pace myself.
There is garden hidden under this lot:
sycamore, ash, bay, bramble, bindweed, yew,
huge clematis, thorny old rambling roses, woody fuchsia,
which I have yet to identify.
But I didn't have to uncover it all in a day.
It would have been better to spend time admiring the hydrangeas
than giving myself this sore back.
More haste less speed Lucille.