Last Monday we were putting out ice melt on our walkway and today the temperatures were in the 70s! I spent three hours weeding and cutting down the remnants of last season's garden (I always leave the seed heads of plants such as rudbekia and coneflower to feed migrating birds). Now that the buds are swelling and the shoots of bulbs are pushing up through the ground, it is time to get rid of the leftover materials and get the garden ready for the emerging greenery.
However, after three hours weeding and cleaning up debris, I was so tired that I feared I would not have the energy to put away all of my tools (I did, but it wasn't easy). The reduction in stamina is one of the most troubling things about aging. In my mind, I can still do as much as I ever could. But my body gets weary long before my brain is ready to quit. And everything I do seems to take twice as long as it used to.
My mother once told me that in her mind she didn't feel old, but she was trapped inside an old body. Now I understand completely.
Still, I love working in the garden. It is my therapy, and along with music, the thing that keeps me able to retain my sanity. Sure, I could hire someone to do the work (and I do for some of it), but the hands-on activity of weeding, raking, pruning, and planting satisfies a need so deep inside that I can't put it into words.
3 comments:
Hello Joanie! This is my first visit to your blog ... I love to find new friends. Your post 'challenges of aging' jumped out at me - immediately! I don't know your age, but I will be 68 on my next birthday and so often feel frustrated with what I can do and what I would love to do. I'll be back ... in the meantime enjoy your music (I do too) and your garden ... and take care.
Visiting your lovely blog for the first time, I find that we have much in common. Gardening is my joy and my therapy, and I, too, am faced with the reality that age is imposing its limitations. In my mind, I am still 18, but in truth, I am 65. Flex-All has become my knees best friend. In spite of the aches, my little cottage garden gives me such peace of mind and sweet hope during these chaotic times.
And animals! They are so constant in their devotion, aren't they? I live with a big-hearted rescued Rottweiler, 3 indoor rescued kitties, and 8 outdoor ones who trust me a little more each day. They all send your adorable Trouble warm hugs from Houston. God bless.
Today is March 22 ... hope you are feeling fine!
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