This morning I had minor surgery and am not supposed to lift anything over 30 lbs for six weeks. Right now I am feeling very sore, having a difficult time walking, and taking percoset for the pain. I anticipate that this will last for a few days. So on this brilliantly beautiful day I am sitting. Yup. Sitting. Butt to sofa. Necessities within reach. Feeling a little woozy. Sitting.
Anticipating my imminent immobility, I spent the entire day gardening yesterday. I pulled out my "potting station" (see pic to immediate left for chuckles), pots, soil block maker, trays, trowel, shovel, and a giant bag of soil. I set up shop on the deck and began the projects that are more demanding physically.
One goal was to graduate some seeedlings into larger containers so they don't become root bound or tip over. I suspect that this will be the last "potting up" before planting out - Yippee!
My name is Cherie and I live in Southern Maine with my husband and two young children. I have a Master's Degree in Counseling Psychology and still have about 10k in remaining student loans to prove it. I left the field of practice three years ago, so this is not the place to be posting any suicide notes, okay? But if you want to hear about my garden and my gremlins, my pests and my problems, well then you just sit right down and read on!