Sorry I am late to the table this morning but as Steve Martin would say, "I had a wild and crazy night."
The cold I mentioned at the end of this post morphed into something I have never seen in my 76 years. Mercy!!! I won't go into the grisly details but as a warning, if you get this particular bug, don't lie down unattended. The good thing is that I think all the worst aspects of a cold were condensed into that 12 hour stretch. Right now, I feel pretty darn good.
If you could choose, would you take a stunningly horrendous cold for 12 hours and then basically be done with it or would you like the kinder, gentler version that lasts for days?? Just curious.
Now to the burn.
If you will notice, this burn is spelled with a "u" and not an "e". No---though I am sure he is a fine man, I am not a Bernie Sanders supporter, I am just a little old lady who spent too much time in idle recuperation this past year who is now trying to get into gardening shape.
The burn is in the backs of my legs from doing the ole yoga move of bending from the hip to weed and playing pick up sticks. Oh those hammies.
The burn is in my shoulders and upper arms from squeezing the clippers and pruner.
The burn is in my forearms from using a bow saw to cut up a fallen plum tree.
The burn is in my palms from raking with out gloves---duh.
The burn is in my butt and neck from bouncing on the riding mower over the Callie dug holes that were hidden by colorful Henbit. She has made my yard a bit like a battle field but she has put a hurting on the mole and vole population so she is forgiven.
The burn is in my wallet from buying out the garden center for veggie soil, potting soil, compost. mulch and plants. Dang, all those bags seem heavier this year.
And all that burning arrived in spite of taking on the chores at a granny's pace. But in spite of the burn, it feels wonderful to be feeling the warm sun, turning the damp soil while creating plant life.
|That sums it up.|
Now to get some plants in the ground so I can be a real gardener, not just a whiner about aching body parts. That will be just as soon as I get over this beginner cold which I am guessing was Winter's goodbye gift. Winter has no sense of humor.
I have always said that if I could no longer garden, I would put myself into the old folks home. Well the good thing is ---- it appears that will not be happening this year anyway.
Do you have an activity important enough that you feel if you are no longer able to do it you will want to just hang it up and put yourself in storage?