3 tons? Blimy! Still, shifting the 33 bags of compost will have built up the muscles nicely.
>:-)
I’ve always had the Touch of Death to plants, but I used to quite enjoy mowing stripes into the lawn. Going up and down got to be rather ‘Zen’ after a while. Now the lawn is ‘grass’ and it gets mowed whenever it’s dry enough and DH has the time!
Oh well. It’s green and it’s flat and the moss underlay makes it feel genuinely lovely under bare feet.