Confessions of a Rapidly Aging Gardener
October 31st, 2017
I’ll admit it. This is the first year that I’m a tad bit glad the growing season is winding to a close.
It’s not that I’m looking forward to winter. I still really don’t like cold, snow and ice.
And it’s not that I’m tired of gardening or my plants or even the so-called “work” that goes into caring for my yard.
Rather, it’s just that I’m tired. Period.
I used to be able to garden all day on one of those too-few, no-appointment/no-work Saturdays. I had the energy and motivation to go non-stop while overlooking minor distractions such as going to the bathroom or stopping for lunch… and end the day ready for more.
Not anymore.
After two hours, I’m thinking about what jobs I can put off until tomorrow. After four hours, I’m ready to call it a day and wondering whether I should’ve quit 15 minutes earlier to save energy for a shower.
My benches, garden swing and patio chairs are no longer mere yard ornaments. They now call me by name as I walk by with my compost bucket of yanked weeds in tow.
These days, my back and knees are stiff and sore even when I didn’t do anything yet.
These days, I think about whether I can take care of two or three things before deciding whether it’s worth bending over.
These days, afternoon snoozing sounds like a better idea than afternoon snipping.