Oh! Ouch! Ugggh…why did I buy a house with stairs? Ouch…ouch…ouch…ouch…ouch…ouch. Cheyenne, could you please pick that up for me.? Ouch! Oh yikes. Cheyenne, could you please bring me the Ibuprofen?
Apparently, the movements I make in the garden – all the ups and downs – are not part of my non-gardening winters. I say this based on my muscles current state of revolt. One might say I sowed my oats, and now I am reaping what I have sown.
Yippee! No really – yippee! I will sing this new tune happily just for the luxury of getting back into my garden. In the process my muscles will spend some less than comfortable time acclimating and some moaning and groaning will be heard about the house, but the positive change in my attitude that garden time produces is well-worth all of it. It was too long a winter, and spring and summer in North Dakota are too short, to ease into a gardening schedule. Pass the Ibuprofen folks, I’m going back in! 😉
Day one thousand four hundred and fourteen of the new forty – obla di obla da