I am a firm believer that working in the garden is beneficial for the whole person – body and mind. Anytime I feel down or just out of sorts I know I can get better by working either on the allotment or in my back garden. Today was the back garden’s turn.

Beside the fence between us and our friends in no. 6 is a line of different trees, all planted there as seedlings, found in different places. Some are conifers and in the far corner are two silver birches. I remember planting them there years ago, very soon after we moved here (in 1973). Some years ago we had them shortened and I thought that would be the end of the trees. Not so. They sprouted from the cut ends and within a few years they were as tall as before.

Yesterday was a very nice day so I started working. Managed to fill three wheelie bins, then bad light stopped my activity. Work resumed today, it was another nice day and my mood lifted as I worked. I am delighted with the result. Who needs tree surgeons when I can do it myself?