Yesterday was well warmer than it has been in weeks, and I just happened to have the day off work. How could I resist a little time outdoors? The snow had melted away to reveal that the woodpile had taken over the row of hostas that I so lovingly planted last year, so I started by clearing away the wood. I couldn't find a rake to move away the bark, so I busied myself with rebuilding some of the little stone walls that had tumbled down under the weight of the snow. I noticed a sprig of green in the bulb garden, so I moved the fishing poles and rolled away a large, heavy fly-wheel (I think) that had somehow found its way into the bed. I even picked out a large number of acorns that had landed there and were threatening to take root. It was a very rewarding evening's work.
Naturally, I woke up this morning as sore as any overweight, out of shape thirty-something should be after her first day of gardening. So, I took a pill, laid back down for another hour, then rose and bravely faced my day at the office. I can't wait to get back out in the dirt...
|My "New" Gardening Gloves|
From the St. Patty's Day Gift Basket I won.