I woke up stiff, sore and as I call it "gruntled", not disgruntled. Mac says it's the change in seasons and he's probably right, as usual. But an hour or so in the garden and I feel much better. I have finally beat back the summer weeds, planted about 60 bulbs, Crocus, and just enjoyed the wonderful weather we're having.
There is nothing like having your hands in the soil to make you feel better. You'd think I'd be stiffer after being on my knees, but I'm not. They say that gardening is the slowest of the fine arts and I find that's a speed that fits me well.
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