It's 5:28 pm

It's 5: 28 pm... and i'm sitting in my kitchen, sitting for the first time today since breakfast which seems eons ago.  Breakfast which consisted of finishing yet another cereal box off - i seem to have amassed a large collection of cereal boxes when i was on a cereal fling and then those boxes, mostly half-full, have been lurking in my closet for the last while waiting for me to finally finish them off... so the plan is no more buying any cereal until every single last box is gone... it's gonna take me a few weeks - anyone hungry for breakfast?? 
As i sit here, basking in the sun, noticing how terribly dirty my windows are, how terribly dirty my fingernails are and how terribly dirty my pants are, i'm thinking that possibly i should probably jump in the shower before this dirt becomes a permanently embedded feature of my skin.  And why so dirty, you may ask?  Well, from about 9:30 onwards, i've been outside, taking advantage of  a gorgeous working day - not too hot, a little chilly this morning but definitely a great day to be outside.  Dad came over with a trailer load of triple mix and we proceeded to work our way through all the gardens on the property - turning them over, loosening up the earth and adding in some bonus earthy goodness for the plants.  You could almost hear them saying "thanks, we needed that bit of protein" or "aaah, that feels so good around my roots!"  I don't actually have talking plants, but i do have to say that despite the fact that my hands are cramping beyond belief, my back is nearly seized up and my cheeks are a brilliant shade of cherry red (the bane of my existence), i am SO happy to have this job done.  The grass is also cut and the bare spots are doctored up with triple mix in preparation for some grass seed - hopefully tomorrow.  But at around 5:00 i totally ran out of energy and have crashed... i'm considered the benefits of a nap whilst musing on whether i should actually go out and cut down some rhubarb and make a dessert - super tempting but it would mean getting up... a bit of a challenge at present. 
So if anyone feels like coming over, cutting my rhubarb and washing my dishes, whilst i soak in the tub, i'd welcome you with open arms.. but you'd probably not want a hug at this point since i'm a little... have i mentioned it?  dirty....
I love spring...