When they fight back

While waiting for Husband to get back to the ward after his angiogram - and beginning to panic - I decided to go and tackle the bindweed on the raspberries. By the time I was all kitted out i.e. jumper and wellies, it was too late to be deterred by my inability to find my gardening gloves. I can feel the scratches already I will suffer when i shower.

I swear that by the time I have worked my way from one end to the other of the raspberry patch, that's about 10', new creepers have been put out. It is an unending job.

But I did notice that we have enough rhubarb to fill a hungry rhubarb-eating monster. Now I could go and do more gardening - Husband trusts me to weed but no more - or I could stay near the computer in case he messages me. That sounds like the best idea. I will try and work on my WIP (work in progress - I discovered that recently).

Postscript
Couldn't let all that rhubarb go to waste ...

Rhubarb crumble cake