Gardening and horti therapy

Just did an hour of gardening and mowing with the hand-mower. On these chilly days, it certainly pays to be active.

So I started thinking about all the different muscles you use when you garden.

There's the bending over and pulling the weed out muscles, and the pushing the mower propellant bits, and the dragging the rake doosy whatsits and the pulling the green bin thing em a jigs,  the carrying the mulch and tonnes of other jobs that need energy and muscle power.   And your brain wafts off in to vague out land, which has got to be good for you.      

On the topic of horticultural therapy, here is a photo of my favourite pet, Nibbles the cockatiel enjoying his freedom, before he decided it was time to come home for lunch.    The bird eagerly alighted on my hand, when I found him tired and hungry, masticating on a pile of woodchips, in the next door's front garden.  Tis an intelligent bird who knows where his bread is buttered.

Sorry, but taken with a less than ideal mobile phone camera.
Birds aren't noted for staying still!