I was watering today, and saw that my newest peas are up. So are the green beans. I just didn't get a picture of it yet. And...now it is dark-thirty so I will have to wait till the morning.
Yesterday, I cleaned up the garage a little. I messed it up looking for my stuff for the Duck Races...so I had to. It is far from done, but it is at least started.
I also cleaned up my worm bins a little, and collected some worm tea to fertilize my winter garden. (That is the East wing to all of you...for now). I still need to work on the West wing. Turning the soil and planting. I have beets, and other root crops I want to plant...but another day.
I gave a massage away today, too. Along with some pickles. I just can't seem to help myself. That's just how I roll! I work for as long as I can, then I rest. Sometimes I soak in the tub, and then I rest. Today was a tub day. So was yesterday.
I started to say I was too old, but decided that I would never be too old. Too old to be happy? Never! Too old to fall in love...no way! Maybe 'too' something else, like too pretty, or too smart, (been told that before), but not too old. I will say, though, growing older is not for sissies.