More recently I have started work on the front garden, which has been completely overgrown with bindweed and brambles. I am reclaiming it. It is a sunny day out there and I wish I could be digging now but I have another type of digging to attend to, with a pen in my hand.
In my mind both types of digging are closely related. Seamus Heaney writes beautifully about this in his poem Digging