A wonderful day for getting into the garden and mowing the grass,at least that's what I thought.Things didn't turn out as planned,the grass has grown very thick and long in places and a very heavy overnight dew has soaked into it.The result was the mower wouldn't go near it and sat sulking. Having no alternative I had to get the strimmer to the thicker parts and take the top off and let it dry out until tomorrow. I did it in short bursts constantly unclogging the strimmer and resting. After three hours the grass looked like a very bad haircut day.Another rest and then I raked the grass up,yet again a job not kind on dodgy backs.
All is done now and my back held up fine, no doubt because of careful husbandry and with a lot of help from my lumbar support belt.No more work today I am resting up in case I get a late reaction in my back.

Husbandry and indeed husband have interesting origins
:Middle English: from husband in the obsolete sense 'farmer' + -ry; compare with husbandman the origin of which is

a person who cultivates the land; a farmer.
Middle English (originally in northern English use denoting the holder of a husbandland, i.e. manorial tenancy): from husband in the obsolete sense 'farmer' + man
So us husbands have always been providers.

I need a coffee and a relaxing sit in the sun watching somebody else work,namely Allan and the boys
Catch you soon