Lately it's all just been about weeds.
Weeds and bugs, and rocks and weeds, and sticky grass things that get stuck to your socks, and weeds, and thistles with stems the thickness of my wrist (well not quite...) that stab you through leather gloves when you try to pull them out. And weeds. And sunny days which are gradually killing the clover. And weeds. And waking up in the night to feel something crawling on you and flicking back the covers to find a spider heading up your arm to find a nice home in your ear where it can lay all its spidery eggs and have babies...
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