A day in the garden

I did some work in my mother's garden last Friday.  Using up all the compost that's been piling up for nearly ten years I came close to the end of the digging this year.  The sunshine was so warm a T-shirt was enough.  Yellow wasps were looking for shelter or food in the thujas.  A ladybird landed on my hand, climbed up and flew to freedom.  Birds were singing in the backyard and in the neighbourhood.  The fig tree presented the last ripen fruits before winter takes its harvest.  It was a peaceful day.