I've seen lots of awards being passed around in Blogland, but is there an award for Stupidity? If not, I'm gonna make one and give it to myself, cause I deserve it. Yesterday in the sweltering heat I had a not-as-rare-as-you-might-think stupid attack and decided to spend 8 straight hours (minus half-hour for lunch) working in the yard.
In a burst of energy that my 40-year-old body is now hating me for, I cleaned the crud out of all of the flower beds.
I have lots of 'em too. Two in front - the one above is where I plant my impatiens. Just cannot wait to plant them - guess you could say I'm impatient! Chirp, chirp. Here in S. Jersey, you really can't plant flowers until May. Mother's Day is the rule of green thumb.
little lot shabby.
By late afternoon the front and sides of my house were looking pretty good.
That would have been a good place to stop and call it a day..........
"If I only had a brain".
Why stop there? So I headed out back, ignoring the throbbing pain in my lower back and blisters on my hands. Twelve trips back and forth with a loaded wheel barrow will do that to ya.
Anywhoodle, I finished up by 7 p.m. at which point my toenails and fingernails were encrusted with dirt, and the bottoms of my feet were a nice shade of black. A hot shower never felt so good. Used up all the soap too.
Today I can't feel anything from the waist down and I'm slightly hungover from the two cold ones I treated myself to after my shower. Yep, only two. I told you I was 40 people!
So all that's left to do now is some mulching, planting, mowing, sodding, seeding.......maybe tomorrow.