Today was the day to get out and do it! It wasn’t raining, the skies were looking "dry" and as soon as I could muster through the necessary household jobs this morning, I changed into one of my gardening outfits (very old school T-shirt, elastic waist pants bought at a second hand store, my red bandana tied around my forehead to absorb "moisture"(OK then…SWEAT) my husband’s black worksocks and my old walking shoes that have become my garden shoes. I put wide rubber bands around the ankles to keep the #@%**!!&%@ gnats out of my pants legs(I have had one itchy bite so far) Out the door I went to find my gardening bucket I have assembled which contains necessaries like garden gloves, Miracle gro granules, a hand spade, some old emtpy seed packets from last week and a couple of rocks I picked up in the flower bed. Taking my digging fork (a big one) and my rake and my hand spade, I launched into digging up the infernal quack grass sprouts that constantly invade my flower beds over winter. (I swear that quack grass grows best in winter under the snow and ice.) While I was vigorously attacking the quack, I noticed a lot of blooming dandelions and that brought up another "must do it right now" chore.
I found Buffaloguy engaged in his own outdoor chores and begged him to get the mower going for me…the small one that I use for trimming around the house. I was determined to mow those dandelions before they turn into white fluff—-seeds that float in the air and plant themselves in the raspberry canes, in the vegetable garden plot and anywhere there is a little bit of soil to take root in. I attacked the dandelions soon after laying the digging fork down. BG helped a little too, after I whined that I could not do the slopes because of my left knee which is still a bit on the touchy side. Between the two of us we got a lot of new dandelions mowed down but I was feeling a bit giddy and knew that I had gone far enough for one day.
This observation of my own limitations is not fun to do; I still think I am in my 30’s when I began to do outside garden and lawn jobs…I love doing all of it, but my body tells me that instead of being in my 30s, I am really in my sixth decade and my muscles, ligaments and other body parts do not cooperate like they used to. I get tired really fast now so I can only work for a brief period each go-round. At this rate, I am going to be doing spring chores on the 4th of July and it frustrates me no end to have to quit, go inside, clean up and sit down with a couple of ice packs and a couple of Aleve!
Buffaloguy has a lot more strength and stamina than I presently have. Maybe its his routine that has kept him in shape more than it has me (my routine). Maybe its the muscle mass he has in more abundance due to being born a male. He is still outside going strong..rototilling an open patch where raspberries used to grow so I can plant a pumpkin patch with the seeds I have for strange and decorative pumpkins…blue-green mottled ones, pure white ones and tiny little ones as in "Jack Be Little" pumpkin babies. Planting pumpkins reminds me of a wonderful childrens’ picture book called MULE EGGS which follows a story of a City Slicker who moves to the country and wants to be a farmer but he does not have enough money to buy a mule. One of the neighbors plays a trick on him and tells him that his pumpkins are "mule eggs" so he urges him to spend his money on some pumpkins in order to get the mule he needs. I have lost part of the plot, but I know that the City Dude really thinks a pumpkin has hatched a baby mule when he discovers a big jackrabbit running around in his pumpkin patch. I remember that City Dude runs after the rabbit calling out "Here Muley, Muley!" I have to get a copy of that book and refresh my memory.
Right now I need to get two ice packs..one for my knee and one for my sore feet…and sit back in the recliner and recover from the normal gardening chores I used to be able to do all day long———–30 years ago.