Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for the month long challenge.
It’s Saturday morning. Husband and I worked out, shopped, and got coffees by 10:30 in the morning.
The front yard roses are begging me for attention.
These roses were from my friend’s mother’s yard. The sun and clouds are playing hide and seek. I don’t think it will rain before I get done. my rule is to work for an hour or until the job is complete. Long gone are the days when I would be a gardening fool by working six-seven hours.
I pull gloves on and squat down grabbing those pesky weeds. Soon I realize I need a hoe and the dandelion weeder. The yard debris can follows me along. The crows are noisy this morning. Hoe, dig, and pull.
Last year, my shoulder was in pain. This activity difficult but I pushed through. Little did I know that it was a torn rotator cuff. Wouldn’t discover that until July. and the PT people told me to give up working in the garden.
If I wasn’t teaching, I would garden and write. As I pull weeds and my brain is thinking about this post. There is comfort in pulling weeds, in being outdoors. I am thinking that when the house sells and we have our new place, a condo, that I will be happy to have containers for planting.
I clip the dead canes from the roses. I notice that we will have a first bloom by next week.
I see a blackberry vine that escaped a couple weeks ago. I have to cut it back. Soon the roses look like the photo below.
I plan that next weekend when youngest daughter is here we’ll put newspaper and mulch around the roses. Then we can get busy on the ivy. I will not miss ivy or blackberry vines.