Doing nothing is not good for the soul but it is possible to do too much. The trouble is you don't know you've done too much until it's too late. I drove to Louth in the pouring rain for my weekly swim which warmed me up for what was to come.

<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/branch-cutupjun16.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-3418" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/branch-cutupjun16-200x150.jpg" alt="branch-cutup(jun16)" width="200" height="150" /></a>I got the chainsaw out and cut up the heavy branch that fell yesterday. It took less than fifteen minutes and looked pathetically small. It looks as though I was exaggerating in yesterday's post but trust me when all together it was heavy and would have been deadly if anyone had been underneath at the time. Now stacked and drying in readiness for next winter.

<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/topsoiljun16.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-3417" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/topsoiljun16-200x150.jpg" alt="topsoil(jun16)" width="200" height="150" /></a>Mid morning Nick had 20 tonnes of topsoil delivered so that he can complete the levels of his garden. I needed a few barrow loads to fill in areas in the grass next to the drive where people had dropped onto the lawn. Once I'd filled my areas I felt fit enough to give Nick a hand shifting some of the enormous pile. There's a risk my shoulders and/or back will be aching in the morning - it will have been worth it.

<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/floweringjun16.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-3416" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/floweringjun16-200x150.jpg" alt="flowering(jun16)" width="200" height="150" /></a>And in the midst of all this labour the architectural plant by the front door is in flower. It must like its location otherwise it wouldn't flower or have I made that up?

Anyone know what it's called?