I have worked in the back yard for 3 hours straight and I
am not nearly through. I planted 4 tomatoes, put up
7 hanging baskets, planted basil and filled two contractor
bags with leaves. Then I used the blower even though I
am not rid of all the leaves. My back hurts and I feel
entitled to rest and have a glass of tea. It feels really
good to have accomplished so much though and I can enjoy
the back porch again. The roses are blooming and a treat
to behold. Rex loves it when I go outside with him,
although he is not to be trusted outside the confines
of the back yard.
I am so sorry that Satchel crossed the rainbow bridge.
I mourn when any of our pets go. We won't have a lot
longer with Rex. Golden's are not long lived and he
has several tumors. We tried to introduce a little sister
to him but he was having none of it. She was a rescue dog
that my friend was fostering. Maggie Mae was her name.
She was an adorable Yorkie/Doxie mix.
I am having another fight with the county assessor. I
hope I win this round. I lost the other two struggles
but this time I have more ammunition.
I envy you your ability to work outside. I pass our urns, full of weeds and know if they are to be tended to, I have to hire it done, or do it myself. Any work requiring bending and I'm toast. Instant nausea. I was actually thinking of clearing out the urns and filling them with artificial flowers (which Ed does not want). Naybe if I do it, he won't notice?