Okay, so. Twh & I went to Lowes yesterday to pick up drywall for our bathroom project. We're turning the tiny shower we used to have in our bathroom into a linen closet. We were on our way home when TWH looks up at the sky and says "It's a really nice day out." I reply with "I know. It's almost a shame we have to spend it all inside putting up drywall." Now, you'll remember, back in the fall I pulled everything out of the flowerbeds and reshaped them so we could create a stone border around them. We decided we would go home, unload the drywall & stuff then go to the nursery and pick out some plants for the flowerbeds. I blissfully roamed the aisles of the plant nursery picking out whatever struck my fancy until the cart was totally full. We came home, unloaded the plants & cleaned up the yard and I placed the plants around the flowerbeds. I got them arranged to my liking and left them until today.
Today I planted. Alone. In peace. Except for the 30 or so minutes the neighbors spent screaming obscenities at one another while trying to hook a trailer to their truck. Remember, I live in Tha Redneckhood. It took me the better part of 5 hours. I bought A LOT of plants.
Now I hurt. I hurt in places I didn't even know I HAD. Holy Hell!! I'm too old for this shit. I'm also too cheap to hire a gardener.
I'm spending NEXT Monday getting a massage. It seems fair.