Yesterday was all about mulching and some pruning. Lugging bags and constantly bending over to spread the mulch, along with off-the-chart allergies, left me feeling really tired afterward. I love mulching, I like seeing the garden look neater and more defined. But I definitely have a different level of stamina than I did 10 years ago. Unlike going from 45 to 55, for example, when I didn’t really notice any changes, I definitely notice the difference now. So does Don.
Plus, we’ve been in lockdown and we live in a place where it isn’t easy (or safe, at times) to walk and get exercise in the winter months. We’ve gained weight. We’re slowly getting in some sort of shape, through walking and mowing the lawn and chores on the property.
Allergies are the biggest pain, and this year they seem to be worse than ever.
Okay. Enough about that. Don’t mean to whine.
I didn’t get to comments yesterday but I read them all, I promise you.
Today, I’m going to take it easy – just the usual watering, etc., that has to happen at this time of year. And I’m going to paint a bit in the afternoon.
But my heavens, it’s another spectacularly beautiful day out there! Sunny, gorgeous, birdsong everywhere. I listened to so many birds yesterday as I working outside. The sounds, the melodies, the musicality – it all fills me with joy. Noble Robin dive-bombed me when I was watering the areas that we’ve seeded and when I had to get in the shed to retrieve the wheelbarrow. And if I walked to the upper edge of the big garden bed, he appeared out of nowhere and perched in the catalpa to see what I was up to. But one time, I heard a warning chirp and then he treated me to a beautiful song. I thanked him.
Wish me luck as I attempt another painting!
Stay safe.
Happy Tuesday.
