Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Sunday, 6 September 2015

Bushed

A lovely day, as good as any seen over summer, was spent largely in the garden tackling our elderberry bush (more like a tree really), which having escaped our attention last year was heading up and over the barn roof threatening to impair our solar energy production; stage one, shinning up the ladders into the jungle canopy and lopping off branches was strenuous enough, but having left the lawn submerged in a foot or two of greenery (fortunately the numerous berries had not yet ripened otherwise it would have been squidgy and purplery as well), stage two entailed spending a couple of hours cutting it to size and bagging it up for the tip – which all left us, by teatime, somewhat bushed.

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