What would you do if the day promised sunshine and warmth even as next week is slated to be cold and wet?
You'd throw everything into the cart and get outdoors from the break of dawn.
So I did that. Early, very early.
Breakfast was hurried -- Ed has his Friday meetings and I'm anxious to get the cart rolling.
Yes, I admire the light, the daffodils, the blue skies, the willows bursting with new growth...
...but mostly, I want to get to my tasks.
The asparagus bed. I try to clear it -- no. I need some help here. Okay, back to the raspberry patch then. I dig, I pull, I dig, oh! There's that twitch in the lower back! Maybe it's a passing thing.
It isn't a passing thing. By evening, I can't move.
But on the upside, before I succumb to lower back distress, I have some wonderful hours noting the rapidly changing world outside. The buds, the early blooms, the first leaves on tree branches -- we've been waiting for all this for such a long time and now it's finally here -- the start of the growth season.
And there were other highlights. An evening date downtown puts me on Rosie (the moped) for the first time since October. It was grand to be riding her again.
And the chickens: let me remember on those days when they're destroying some magnificent flower or plant in my garden that for most of our waking hours, they are the sweetest birds this side of the Mississippi.
So yes, it was a beautiful day.
Now, let's see if I can flip a magic switch and force my lower back to return to its predigging state. I promise I wont rush things the next time around. I'll be the champion of slow digging. With many pauses to smell the roses (or whatever else is in bloom).
You'd throw everything into the cart and get outdoors from the break of dawn.
So I did that. Early, very early.
Breakfast was hurried -- Ed has his Friday meetings and I'm anxious to get the cart rolling.
Yes, I admire the light, the daffodils, the blue skies, the willows bursting with new growth...
...but mostly, I want to get to my tasks.
The asparagus bed. I try to clear it -- no. I need some help here. Okay, back to the raspberry patch then. I dig, I pull, I dig, oh! There's that twitch in the lower back! Maybe it's a passing thing.
It isn't a passing thing. By evening, I can't move.
But on the upside, before I succumb to lower back distress, I have some wonderful hours noting the rapidly changing world outside. The buds, the early blooms, the first leaves on tree branches -- we've been waiting for all this for such a long time and now it's finally here -- the start of the growth season.
And there were other highlights. An evening date downtown puts me on Rosie (the moped) for the first time since October. It was grand to be riding her again.
And the chickens: let me remember on those days when they're destroying some magnificent flower or plant in my garden that for most of our waking hours, they are the sweetest birds this side of the Mississippi.
So yes, it was a beautiful day.
Now, let's see if I can flip a magic switch and force my lower back to return to its predigging state. I promise I wont rush things the next time around. I'll be the champion of slow digging. With many pauses to smell the roses (or whatever else is in bloom).
