Saturday, April 05, 2014
Where is Tabor?
Lots of them all over the place.
Some are even new to me.
They do not move. They ache.
Yes, THOSE joints. I have washed dock benches, washed patio chairs, washed all the bird poop from the deck railings, moved all (well, 90%) of the leaves hiding in the corners of the patio and under the stairs and around the container pots and behind the air conditioner back into the woods.
I have pruned the pomegranate tree. One sucker was 6 feet high!
I have weeded two flower beds and pruned back shrubs and roses in those beds. Now I wait to see what survived this difficult winter. I lost my large rosemary plant and perhaps the four new shrubs I planted this fall on the retaining wall and certainly a rose or two.
I have taken away the firewood rack and replaced it with the metal bench for the front porch.
Hubby and I took down two bird houses that had rotted and put up three new ones.
I have bleached the bird bath and removed the covers on the outside tables. I put up all the hoses and found those hiding hose nozzles.
My indoor plants (some) are now outside and I cleaned out the plant corner in the kitchen that was covered in millions of white petals from the citrus trees.
I ache. I can barely move. Just turning my head is an effort. My hands are dried prunes even though I wore gloves. I am lying like a melted gumby on the couch as I write this. (I still have lots of stuff to do in the coming days...if I am still here.)
Oh...and there were two birthday parties and a concert by Keb Mo that were squeezed in last week! Ehhhh! That is where Tabor has been hiding.