Today is a nice sunny day, a bit cool but pleasant. Yesterday I had a fit of energy overcome me, and so I decided to go into action. I had bought some mums (chrysanthemums) at the local supermarket at a very reasonable price. I was going to put them on my table in the front garden, but decided I would take the risk of planting them in the back garden, hoping that they would not die of the shock. The only thing suffering from the shock of planting them is me, because I overestimated by energy, but I held on to the bitter end.
Funny how you get these ideas, are sure they are feasable and after the first five minutes notice you should have let it be. However, I persevered. First of all I had to clear the space and dig, which is not so easy when you know that getting down on your knees is the worst you can do, as standing up again would not be possible. I discovered that the earth was not as soft as I expected and so I turned on the hose. I then discovered the strength failed me to turn it off completely, so I left it trickling into the garden until I was ready to switch it off. Eventually I put the plants in the garden and then realised they needed more earth to surround them.
I had a bag of fresh, good earth which was unfortunately 40 Kg heavy, so it was not possible to lift it to the right place. I cut the bag open, making a mess on the porch, and fished out the earth pot by pot and carried it over to the flower bed. Why do things not always turn out as you imagine? However, I was eventually finished, gave the earth another shower of water and at last managed to turn the hose off, after cutting out the water supply. I was proud of myself, but realised I should not have done it. Mr. Swiss did shake his head now and again. He would have helped, but where I have my problems, he has his as well, especially in the region of the back. Yes we are two golden oldies spending the last of our energy.
My new everlasting sweet peas are also doing well. I threw some seeds in my box last year and this year they are growing nicely. The mother plant was more into intensive crimson, but the seeds are more in the pastel way of things.
This morning I am thinking of cleaning one of the blinds at the front of the appartment. No big problem, I reckon about 20 minutes. I can shower it down, being ground floor and just wipe it over and dry it. Afterwards clean the window. There are three windows altogether, but I do not intend to do all at once. Yes, I seem to be a succour for punishment.
This afternoon I have a physio therapy session, so let us hope it will help me to recover.
I hear the call of the Dyson and his friend the mop, so must go. I also have spaghetti to cook. A woman’s work is never done, especially if she also has a computer which needs attention from time to time and if she is also a blogger, then multi tasking is called for.
Enjoy the day everyone, take it easy and avoid cleaning blinds and putting plants in the garden, but you can attend to your computer, that is the least of the problems.