It’s That Time
It’s that time of the year to get my walking shoes on and . . . do it! There is a lone evergreen at the far east end of the cemetery on the Hammond Highway that I set my sights on and just keep stepping it off. It was a good two mile walk. The shoulders are wide and with me wearing my bright yellow coat and red stocking cap, I feel very safe. It was interesting to see how high the creek was. Chunks of ice flowing at a very rapid speed.
Today was the fourth treatment at the chiropractor. The tightness in the top of the shoulders and the base of the neck is feeling much more mobile. Dennis feels that with us feeding the deer they may very well lend a hand at taking care of the Hostas this spring. If that is the case, I won’t be too upset and I will not be going out and replacing any if they have been enjoyed. There is a season for everything. I need to remember how long it is taking to get mobility back in regard to turning my neck. It could either be me giving up some of the gardens or getting myself in trouble driving if I can’t look over my shoulders when I need to while behind the wheel. Good grief. It’s difficult realizing that what the mind thinks can be accomplished is so different than what the body is willing to do. Oh . . . no doubt the body will try to make the mind happy, only to have the mind get pissed off when the best activity is sitting and trying to read a book without straining a strained neck.
Dennis is working the Watonwan Game and Fish Club’s annual event. Dennis is in charge of working with the young kids so they all get prizes. He does a very good job. The younger club members solicit goodies from near and far so no youngster goes home empty handed just because their ticket wasn’t called. Good job Grandpa.
The nightly freeze drying is going well. The news brings sad stories of flooding. Dennis has a nephew in Nebraska and they have really been hit hard. This is the time of the year for new calves to be born and it doesn’t help that some pastures are land locked due to the water. What a helpless feeling for the ranchers.
Yup, I think that us feeding the deer in our backyard when they have nothing to eat that is above the snow, is a good thing. Last night the two fawns came early. For once they could eat until they were full. As our dish has been moved to the edge of our neighbor’s drive, I could stand at my kitchen sink and watch them 15 feet away from me through the window. Seeing their noses switch and their black marble eyes ever watchful, how beautiful the coloring on their ears is . . . quite spectacular.