I yawn.
Another day of hard labor.
At least the progress is starting to be obvious, which is a nice change from feeling like the work is endless.
The garden was damaged by the storm. It could have been worse, though. The uprooted plants and snapped trees Celeste fixed the day after the storm with her magic.
Still.
Weeds have infected the garden and are choking out the plants. The garden is torn up and damaged, the beds needing to be redone. The rosebush needs pruning, and the rest of the flowers and plants are a mess.
We spend hours and hours weeding and rebuilding the beds, planting new seeds and bringing in new plants and flowers.
Roland and Lucas remove broken, fallen branches while I lay down stones to mark where we'll build flower beds.
Talia and Eliza work on re-stringing up the various lengths of string to tie up the roses, or putting the old pots back in place if the rose trellis is too broken.
