Day 83; Footnotes of What, in the Name of Anything, Was I Thinking?

Brain; You know what would be a good thing to do?

Body; “No, what?”

Brain; “Get busy clearing the garden and yard.”

Body; “That does sound like a fun challenge.”


Seven hours later…Body; “Brain……you are an idiot.”


I will be honest here, even my hurt, hurts. And no, just because a lot was accomplished, there is no such thing as a ‘good hurt’.

side yard

I think I mentioned the other day that I began work on the yards. Mom has been dropping hints about wanting the leaves cleaned up for weeks. Always ending with, ‘but I guess no one is going to do it, so that’s fine. It doesn’t matter anyway.’ My mother is a master class guilt tripper. But, in all honesty, what else do I have to do?

So, I began work on clearing both yards.

among those trees are the new azaleas coming up


I raked that one corner of mine due to there being flowers there, then got the push mower that can and started mulching leaves. I managed to get most of their front yard that day, but I ran out of steam before finishing. Today I sat here working on my blog and reading all the stuff that everyone else had posted. After I finished that and had eaten, I grabbed my gloves, safety glasses, sweat band and tools and headed for my garden area.

I got all of the tomato cages out of the way, pulled up last year’s plants and then walked back up to my house for the mower that can. I mowed down the winter’s growth then pulled up a section of plastic fencing that was overgrown with vines. I dragged that up to the house and tossed it on my son’s trailer. Back to the garden and finished pulling up weeds. All that is left now is getting it tilled up and putting black plastic down. I didn’t do that last year and paid the price of weeds that managed to get ahead of me and take over.

before

 Once I was finished with that, I carried my tools back to the house then came back to finish the yard. I began mulching leaves, slowly in some areas due to azaleas coming up in spots. Mom wants to transplant those so running them over with the mower would not be a good idea. 


As I neared finishing the front yard, I figured I might as well do the yard along the side of the house. For some reason I thought it a good idea to go in the direction that had me going up and down hill rather than simply along the yard. As I was doing this, I noticed the landscape guy show up to mow the grass at the apartments. I also saw the expression on his face as I pushed that old mower over that huge expanse of yard while he unloaded a fancy riding mower. And yes, ego showed up with a ‘hey..watch this! You and your fancy riding mower.” Causing me to work longer than I wanted before taking a break for water and a slowly of breathing and heart rate. I did go up and mulch up most of the mountain of leaves I had left from my corner of the yard. 

After a short break I went back out to clear away the mulched leaves and clean out a flower bed. I had purchased some inexpensive ear buds for the phone and figured out all by myself how to get the radio to play. When my son saw that later he alternated between laughing at me and congratulating me.

sexy and I know it…um, no..


 Before I could finish my yard, I saw my brother motioning for me. Dad had him cutting down unwanted shrubbery and he needed help dragging it down the hillside. Note the word down. That means we were also walking back up the hill to grab the next bunch of branches. But, like the good adult children that we are, we got ‘er done.

 I did manage to drag quite a few loads of leaves down the hill-note the word down-and get the flower bed cleared out before my son got in from work. All of that is why my body is calling my brain and idiot.

BUT

my little vegetable garden spot

Sorry, didn’t mean to shout. But, during all that time, as I sought to focus on staying busy as busy could, I realized something. Accepting that a purpose has ended, is what has bothered me. That door has closed and my brain and heart are asking, ‘now what?’

That would partially explain why I worked until I can barely move. That would explain why I refused to quit right up until I felt as if there was no way I could climb that hill again. I can get the yard work done, while I wait on my next purpose. Tomorrow, Good Lord willing, is another day. By then, my body may have gotten over how angry it is at my brain for thinking today was a good idea. Because tomorrow, weather permitting, I may just try to till up that garden…

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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10 Responses to Day 83; Footnotes of What, in the Name of Anything, Was I Thinking?

  1. That’s hard work and good exercise! I love the flowers!

  2. The bush had pretty much become a tree. My brother cut it down with a small chain saw. Mom and dad are up in age, mom enjoys a houseplant or two to take care of and dad likes a tomato plant in the summer but that is about all they care for now. Dad will be 92 this year so gardening is getting beyond his abilities.

  3. alisendopf says:

    That’s a massive yard. No wonder your hurt hurts 🙂 However, you have BLOSSOMS! I woke up to more snow this morning. Enjoy your hard work all summer.

    • Thank you so much. I have been waiting very impatiently for the flowers. It is raining here now, if it had been cold enough for snow, I think I would have curled up and cried.

      • alisendopf says:

        It’s been a very dry winter here, so we definitely need the moisture. I’m not complaining about the snow. We generally get snow right up until late April, early May. Our saying here is May showers bring June flowers.

  4. I’ve had people who live in other areas tell me that we don’t have winter here in NC, just a slight cool down. Which for the most part is true. That is why when we do get snow everyone panics at the mention of possibilities. To some degree warranted as no one knows how to drive in snow.

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