Day 98: Footnotes of I’m Tougher Than I Look

Maybe, but that doesn’t stop sore muscles.


Not long after I got back home with Bella from hiking the mountain (Crowder’s Mountain State Park)

I was sitting here enjoying a cup of coffee and letting Bella rest from the exertion. I hear Molly bark once, which quickly captured Bella’s attention. When I heard a knocking sound, Bella was up and out the front door and barking like crazy.Mom was outside.I got the dogs inside the house and went out to see what she needed.

Dad was making her crazy, worried about how high the clover had grown near my garden. He was becoming afraid to walk the dog that way because he wouldn’t be able to see if there was a snake hiding within. Would I, mow that for him? Of course mom. She talked for a little longer then headed back home. I watched until she was over half way then I went inside. I prepared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sat down to eat.

I was almost half way finished when my son called. He had not had lunch-it was going on two by this time- and he was hoping if I wasn’t busy if I could bring him something. I told him to let me finish what I was eating and I’d be on my way. This also gave me the opportunity to get mom out of the house for a few minutes. We went to a fast food place my son likes and I ordered his meal. Mom mentioned how long it was taking, I told her that was proof that it would be hot as obviously they were in process of preparing it right then. 

Taking him the food, we then headed back home. No side trips, no let’s just go look, nothing but directly home. I drove down and dropped mom off, then pulled up to my driveway.


 I had made up my mind. I went inside, got my bandana, my gloves and safety glasses and headed back outside. Pushing the mower down to mom’s I noticed a hummingbird moth buzzing her mock honeysuckle bush. Capturing that speedy bug is not easy to begin with, dang near impossible with the phone.

I then went on to the project that awaited. I figured while I was at it, I might as well get as much mowed as possible. I got the clover, then started on a wider area. I looked up to see mom standing there. No surprise. But she had a partial loaf of some kind of bread that she didn’t like and wondered if I wanted it. Sure mom. She told me she would leave it on her porch, she was going to finish supper.

 I got a large area mowed, cutting back some of what was trying to reclaim ground that I had cleared last summer. I managed to get a little extra before I called it done.

I looked up to see my nephew standing safely out of the way. He was wanting to make sure I didn’t mow under the grape vine, which I wasn’t but I’m glad he let me know there were plants coming up he hoped to transplant. We talked for a while then parted ways. I stopped long enough to grab that bread then pushed the mower than can up to the house.

Placing the bread on the back of my son’s car, I started mulching leaves along the drive. I made my way up the drive then along the front of the yard that runs parallel with the dirt road. I had to move some big rocks that I have lining the yard, then began mulching. Once I finished what I could, I went and found where I had left my rake.

I have to be careful no matter what I’m doing, because I have cactus and rose bushes in that stretch of the yard. As I came back with the rake, I grabbed a tarp to use in dragging the leaves away. I got ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of the leaves cleared away.

In the process, I uncovered a worm snake that may have been about a foot long. It was NOT happy. Not about being uncovered and definitely not about me grabbing it and having an impromptu photo  session.

I put it back where I grabbed it from and then finished clearing away the leaves. Once that was done, I moved all the big rocks back in place. Their purpose is to try and prevent people from thinking the road just got wider. Yet it doesn’t prevent emergency vehicles from having access. 

So the muscles are aching a bit, but not so much I can’t bear it, its more an annoyance. I still have so much to do in my yard and mom’s. She has some kind of flowers she wants dug up from where they are now, because dad wants to plant some tomatoes there. Guess I can do that tomorrow if it doesn’t storm. I am grateful though, that I have the ability to do all of this. Its a  nice challenge, and I can’t help but believe it keeps me healthier and maybe a bit younger. And maybe, just maybe, it will help work off some of this winter weight that seems to have made itself at home.

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.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

13 Responses to Day 98: Footnotes of I’m Tougher Than I Look

  1. Lovely photos and a very productive afternoon!
    My yard is tiny, not at all what I am use to and the back section has no grass or dirt, it’s tiled… I believe that the lack of yard work has contributed to my loss of muscle tone!
    I try to grow vegetables in pots but they never seem to do very well.

    • My son just smiles at me now when ever we are passing these housing developments or collections of apartments or town homes. So many places shoved together with a postage stamp size yard if any. I told him one day it almost looked as if, at the end of the day some keeper would be standing outside going, “okay folks, back into your pens” I love my yard and am so thankful for it. Even the work of maintaining it is a blessing.

  2. DiosRaw says:

    Wow, snakes are wonderful beings..

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.