With Spring springing, the garden needed some attention. With my oxygen in a backpack, the candela in my nose, a mask over my nose and mouth, a large hat, long-sleeved shirt and earphones, I attacked the yards. It’s a war.
I had a blast.
Five hours later, most of the yard was hand trimmed, weeded, cut, tended, talked to, encouraged, and watered.
My body aches but I feel so good.
After a quick shower, I walked the yards barefooted with a tall glass of ice water. The gardener in me noticed what was going to need work but the other side of me noticed how good it all look. So satisfying.
I will sleep like a baby tonight.
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