If you have been a reader for awhile, you may already know that about me. I tend to over do it. I get on a roll, and I just keep going and going, and going. Forgetting that I am not in my twenties anymore. Or thirties...or forties for that matter!!! Then, it happens. I pay for it dearly. I hit that point last night. Greg plays softball on Wednesday nights. So after Noah left, I went outside and worked until dark. In the past few days I have moved countless wheelbarrows of soil. I removed ivy that had become entangled into one our orange trees, and and pruned the same tree. I removed a dead entangled grape vine from an arbor. I weeded 42 roses in the area that surrounds our home. I planted three garden boxes, and several containers. I cleaned the patio and removed several things, and added several others. Switched out the furniture on patio outside our bedroom with some that was out front. And now, I can barely move. Sheesh...I hate when I do that!!! When will I ever learn?
Yesterday, I had my two granddaughters come over to do a craft with Noah and I. My girlfriend Denise had made me some darling chicks in egg shells, using the eggs that I had given her from my girls. I loved them and have been saving eggs shells to do this with the grands. We sat out on the back patio and crafted away.
The girls took some home, and we still have a bunch left. I put them in my pretty blue ceramic Anthro dish that Gennifer gave to me.
I took these sweet photos of Clairey with her Daddy. They melt my heart.
So, after all of the kids went home, I began to shovel dirt again. About 100 wheelbarrows later, I took off my gloves, parked the wheelbarrow and went inside to get my camera.
Today, I am moving slowly. And I think some Arthritis Tylenol is in my future! We are meeting friends at Tom's Farms for lunch. Should be a perfect day for that.
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