Yesterday I started thinking that maybe just a bit more landscaping needed to be done. That area between the pathway and what I call the rock garden.
I’ve been pulling weeds in preparation to do something, but this landscaping part is kicking my butt.
On Sunday I rolled my little garden cart all around the outside perimeter of the yard and pulled weeds for hours.
I dearly paid for it.
Though most of the time I was rolling around seated, it must have been the bending of my ankle joint as I bent over that did me in. Because when the calf muscles tighten, they bend the ankle down.
I went inside afterward with the mindset that I could do this. Sure I could. It wasn’t a big area. I could do it myself.
Sure, I could pull up all those weeds and put some landscape fabric down that I found I had in the storage closet. And I could just go from there.
But my brain says one thing and my body says another.
A few hours later I wasn’t so sure anymore. It takes a while, Greg has told me, for the inflammation to build up and the pain to hit.
By late Sunday night, I was fairly certain of one thing: No, I could not do this. Not this summer anyway.
Every time I think the summer’s landscaping projects are finished, there seems to be a compelling reason to have more done.
Loving Everything About Gardening:
I love gardening, weeding, deadheading, planting. Working out there till I’m sweaty and dead tired. I enjoy it.
But my body is trying to get my attention.
It’s saying stop, cease, desist.
All of Sunday I covered my foot in ice, then heat. Then ice again. I kept thinking relief was just around the corner. I just needed to grit my teeth and get through it.
Nothing worked until yesterday, and I had begun to feel overwhelmed and scared.
So I gave in and contacted the landscaper. I asked if he’d come back and give me an estimate on the part of the yard they haven’t mowed.
I hate having those yard guys in my yard anyway. The other day, in a couple’s yard just down from Ron and Pat, a weed eater snagged a rock that hit their patio door.
And then the blower guy came to blow the debris off their patio and the patio door shattered. It’s boarded up now.
I’ll let you know what comes of the meeting after Roberto comes and gives me an estimate.