Happy to be ankle deep in mud.

What a marvellous day; sunshine (till the inevitable rain showers and hailstones arrived), blue skies and white fluffy marshmallows for clouds. This meant only one thing. I had to escape the housework and get out into my garden. What a joy.
Because it has been so wet this year I've decide to move the little chickens' run and house so it is easier to access. With it being in the middle of the vegetable patch it means I have trodden down the soil I spent an hour or so turning over about a month ago. This has resulted in little craters and man made pools where heavy footsteps have created impressions in the soil that have filled up with rain water. Luke found a toad in one last night, right in the bed where the peas should have been. So today the 'babies' had a change of scenery and now live at the front of the veg patch, with easy access and a deep carpet of hipped bark.
Actually it all tied in well with my happy hour of weeding and digging up the forlorn sweet corn that the hens decimated.