A Funk Twarted
This morning I knew from the first cup of coffee, my head was in a funk. I also know myself well enough that if I don’t nip it in the bud, it’s a slippery slope and it is not good. Dennis volunteered to do the poppy displays for the VFW in the small cities and I was on my own. I got dressed, and gathered garden tools and attacked the windrows of Maple seeds that had dropped with the rain of yesterday. The dirt was plenty wet, but using a rake I did make huge inroads in the 100′ lineal feet of flower beds. As the bushel baskets got full, the seeds hit the garbage bag. I do know that those that I didn’t get will soon have little hairlike roots. By next year those little buggers would be hard to pull out. Very aggressive seed pods.
After several hours with shoes that seemed to weigh a ton with mud hanging from them, I took a break and the funk was thwarted. Call it a funk, or call it mild depression; I do not allow it to get the best of me. I know by physical exertion, to the point of it being hard physical exertion, I can beat it. No meds can do what working up a sweat can do.