The beautiful weather lured me out to do a little preliminary cleanup--cutting back dead stalks and stems of lemon balm, sedum, daylilies, and iris. Unfortunately, I can't do this for very long before my back begins to complain. So, I took a seat on a low rock wall and enjoyed the blaze of pinky-coral of the flowering quince.
Soon I noticed that honeybees were at work. (Hoorah!) I tried to capture them, but, as I didn't have a tripod, the results are
not very good.
But still--bees! Such a welcome sight.
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Then there was the matter of getting up from that low stone wall . . .
I don't mind being old--the number doesn't scare me. But I really dislike the physical limitations.
Though I had to laugh at myself and my contortions--trying to stand without risking pitching over onto the stone path and landing on my pathetic knee.
It took about five minutes, but I managed.
Small victories.
3 comments:
Small victories that feel like huge achievements. I certainly understand. Take care.
We never thought that this would happen to us. My senior years are not what I had pictured.
In my mind, I'm not so old. But, alas, my body disagrees ... You have my full sympathy, Vicki.
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