Garden

Part of our lease agreement is that we look after the garden.  This seemed like a reasonable request when we moved in three months ago; the grass was short, garden beds were dead and most importantly - it meant our rent would be less.  Thus, on Saturday we found oursleves doing the first of as few as possible horticultural sessions.

Nic manned the weed eater, and mowed the lawn (apt).  I raked up an Egyptian-grade pyramid of leaves and CP turned a bush into a pile of sticks.  After 20 minutes we were all getting into it.  Activity would ease, then someone would say "...I think I'm going to edge that bed..." and some furious spade-work would ensue.  The rake would be called in, more bushes were attacked, black bags were filled and then the cycle would repeat itself.

All the while, tenant Greg and his china were having a braai on the lawn, presumably burning more of the poison tree.  They weren't talking... weed-eaters are like that.

Went for my first breakfast run type ride.  It was just after lunch, and we didn't eat at any point... but it was a start.  Theres something immeasurably cool about riding three abreast down Gonubie main road.