Something Funky is Going On

I don't know if it's the wet weather, the long hours of this last week or I am incubating a cootie, but I am tired.  I am achy.  I am not myself. 

I worked this morning and then ran an errand.  I went out to see Pam Dixon at a remote she was doing at Brass Armadillo.  I dropped a few bucks on items to dress up my front porch with planters.  With work and now the rain, I haven't been in the yard in over a week.  But I swear first sunny day I am back at it.

That being said, I just racked up a two hour nap and am now contemplating going to bed - it's 6:45 p.m.  Anyone who knows me refers to me as a 'night owl'.  Maybe I really am just worn out.  I'll wait for Lori to get home and see if I pep up.

Since I have nothing useful to say, I will put the phone down and post tomorrow.

Yours in Health,
Kate

On a tear

I was scary yard work and house work girl today. The latter may still have Lori in shock.

I am laying in bed blogging because I forgot and I have to be at work uber early.

I am quite tired, but quite accomplished. Still much to be done, but love that I am doing it.

Good night, Kate

My Yard as My Gym

Today I did battle again with the bushes that had over run the front of my house. With an improved choice of weapon, I came out the victor. FYI - loppers are the tool to take down bushes that have grown to over 5 feet tall and 30 feet wide, not hedge clippers, they will die.

Working in the yard is not only good for my physical health, but my mental health. When I cracked those sticks with the loppers, I used agression, pain and forethought. I made those bushes that were hiding my house pay for being intrusive. And I made them pay for everything else anyone had done to me this week.

I let go though yard work. Tomorrow I hope to get off early from work and do it again. In fact, I hope to spend the entire summer letting go through grooming my little corner of the world.

Yours in health, Kate