A Great Morning
When I realized the temps were in the 60s, I dug out my garden shoes.
It has been a long time since the soil around the Hosta was wet enough that weeds could be pulled up by the root rather than breaking off. As I made piles of clover and sand burr plants, Dennis got them to the burn ring to dry out.
A year ago I put pavers around our giant Maple and Dennis filled it in for a heightened flower bed. It was great not having to bend over and just stand next to it to tackle the weeds. When it came time to get up onto the flower bed next to the tree trunk, that’s where the choice culprits were, Dennis was standing behind me to give a bit of a heft for me to get up the twelve inches next to the trunk of the Maple. Success. Dennis was right there when it was time to descend safely.
If I had had more physical power than my want power, I could have tackled a bunch more at the ground level. I settled on taking out all of the Bleeding Heart stalks that were spent. The pile of greenery to dry out is quite high.
I know I have spent my abilities when my left foot begins to turn in. My body has its way of shutting me down when I am too stubborn to acknowledge the smaller hints.
I have begun stitching out an embroidery design in the studio. When I realized my bobbin was about empty, I decided on taking a break to fill some bobbins and to also come to the first floor to see what the mail person left.
With that being said, my blog post has now been completed and I am heading to the studio to push that little green button and work towards finishing that design. Shutting down the process completely is a shot in the dark, on having everything remain aligned when the sewing machine is powered back up.
We are having leftovers for supper. Yippee!