Not For Sissies

Today I was able to work in a garden.  Yeah!  I cannot call it 'my' garden, but it is a garden of my design.  Or at least it will be.  So...to start things out, I watered some Lavender.  AND...some weeds.  In between the weeds is Cilantro or coriander. 

Weeds take precious water and nutrients away from the plants, so they have to go.  Which is what I did.  Pull and rake up weeds. 

I think this is collard greens.  Not my garden.  But I do love volunteers.  I love greens, too. 

There are also onions.  These onions are new.

These onions...not so much.  There is lots of the crab grass mess.

If you look close you can see there is some new growth in all this mess, too.  I love this.  It gives me such hope for the future.

I know this pile of weeds looks small.  Especially on here.  In my defense, it is about four foot square.  Not quite.  To get this pile I had to dig the dirt with a little hand trowel and hand pull each and every weed.  These weeds need the long tap roots dug up or they come right back.  So...if you don't want to poison the dirt along with the weeds...you pull them. 

At my age (cough, cough, snort, snort) I can only stand so much time on my hands and knees like that.  "Whaaaaaa!"  But I did love being outside in the dirt.  I my go back again, just because I can.  It is about 75 degrees today.  Perfect for working outside. 

I have really missed being in the yard.  It is a part of my nature to be growing things.  I have missed writing in here, too. 

It is good to be doing what makes me happy. 

Sorry about all the whining earlier.  I hate my body fighting me for what I want to do. 

Getting old is not for Sissies.  Or so I've been told.