Rare as the Mona Lisa.
Signs of RR in a penitential act of gardening.
Repeat after me: Ah, that I should be so cursed.
When we moved here, in retirement, my green fingered wife had hanging baskets and plant pots everywhere - a joy of multi flora. I contructed an arbour for climbing Wisteria to grow over and planted trees.Now alone and 84 I simply cannot manage all these (I was never a "gardener" anyway) All hanging baskets are gone and most trees too. But the Wisteria still performs all over the arbour.Your wheelbarrow looks very like the one I took over from my father, who took it over from my grandfather. But obviously much newer and shiny. Do you wash and polish it each week along with the car?
Avus: I have the physical ability (well, more or less) to do the the work, it's the will I lack. In juxtaposition with this dilemma, I hate the house and its surrounding looking squalid.The wheelbarrow I acquired as KDF (for cheapness). The only thing I've modified is to replace the front tyre (unnecessarily pneumatic) with a solid one. This required some metalwork.
and I love to garden, love to get my hands in the dirt, love to dig inhaling all those happy making microbes.
ellen abbott: There are some people who like warm milk, to me even the smell acts as an emetic. I eat offal, you would probably run a mile. Probably the same with Proust.
You make me laugh. Gardening is a real joy to me, but I understand inertia and dread. Hard physical work is for the young.
Colette: I suppose the acid test is what sort of thoughts pass through your mind as it happens. You: Gee, this is almost as good as sex. My Dad (shifting a heavy piece of furniture): There are people who are stronger in the arm and weaker in the head for this sort of thing.
I laughed out loud at this, as you have repeatedly moaned about green stuff and physical labor.
Sandi: During National Service square-bashing (your male relations would no doubt have called it boot camp) one was punished - regularly and without cause - with periods of extreme drudgery, often taking in filth along the way. I am not inclined to recall this militaristic nonsense; gardening would remind me. What's more there's the induced mindlessness.