Yard work is theraputic

I love gardening. I grew up on it. Nana is a Master Gardener and Mom was a florist and a terrific horticulturalist. Mom had a green house and I played in the dirt all the time. Gardening is in my blood. Unfortunatly, in the last couple of years, I got away from it and the yard certainly shows it. So, now I have to re-do the landscaping. The house has to curb appeal, in order to help sell itself.

Despite the heat, I have been out everyday doing something in the yard. I have bushes to cut and weeds to pull and garden beds to reclaim and brick out and mulch again. I have plants to root and seeds to germinate. The fire ants are not to happy with my business. They have been forced to rebuild homes over and over again. Wait untill I come out with the ant killer. That will solve their problem. LOL

Today I finished the weed wacking. What a hard job that is. I still feel like my arms and hands are vibrating. Tough to type, when the fingers are numb. Weed wacking his good physical labor though. I sweated buckets and move my body. My mind was free to wander a bit and every weed I destroyed became a dead worry. That feels so good.

Slowly, every day, I will reclaim my gardens. I will enjoy the strenous activity and I will visit with my maker. While I garden, I feel my worries drift away. I work them into the dirt and I let them go.