Hi guys. I was hauling river rock. Freed an entire flowerbed for cosmos, which are great flowers because they self-seed and don’t let weeds bother them. Oh, and I can use them for cut flowers.
I also am ALMOST at the point of digging up the side flower bed for the “dedicated” rose garden. (For now. Next year, if things are okay, I’d like to put a gazebo in the middle of the yard, with roses climbing over it, but that’s…. not this year. It’s conditional on my writing enough and the economy doing well enough we can afford to spend around 1k on “it makes Sarah happy.”
I will do a chapter today or tomorrow, but …. things hurt.
Oh, yeah, I’ve been driving. So if you’re in Denver and you see a crazy woman with calico hair (an attempt to remove the hair dye, you don’t want to know) driving a red honda, beware. Anyway, today I forgot it’s not the expedition, so I loaded the trunk with 500 lbs of soil and manure and then it drove like a barge. I came home before going out for further shopping.
On the good side, heavy work always calms me down and I’m feeling rather happy. Just dead on my feet. It reminds me of Heinlein’s ode to the wheelbarrow.