It’s that time of year: the sorting time. The putting things in order while the garden is asleep time. A chance to steal a march on nature and get ahead. You know the sort of thing: cleaning and oiling tools, sharpening blades, tidying the shed, power-washing paths. All of these tasks probably fall under that dreary heading of ‘chores’, but the thing about ‘chores’ is that once they are accomplished you can feel ridiculously virtuous.
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