All Work and No Play

 

All the digging and mucking about in the mud has finally taken its toll. The Mister and I spent the morning sniping at each other so after the daily tree chores were done I retreated to my sewing room for a quiet putter. I didn't sew but I did punch since I was feeling rather stabby. 

It was rather funny that what I spent the morning punching was dirt. I can't escape it.

While The Mister took his tree angst out on some wood with an ax, I played with Betty in the kitchen. Brown Betty made some blueberry waffles and since Betty White passed the float test, I baked another loaf-this time remembering the salt. So much better.