Still recovering from shooting shotguns last Thursday...I've decided I am too old for this stuff. I'm thinking I need to hang the ole gun belt up and dig in the dirt full-time. If only! One of these days, I'm going to sit on the back porch, drink coffee till noon and spend the rest of the day in the garden...or the greenhouse, in my pajamas.
After planting 50 baby trees today, I'm not so sure digging is in my best interest either. Why can't a 40 year old woman push a shovel for a few hours without collapsing with exhaustion? Could it be that I am really 440 or 875 years old, instead? Could be...my dogs are hinting that maybe a "break" during spring break would be a good idea.