Whenever I am feeling well enough, I like to work in my yard. Pulling weeds, dividing, and replanting plants, as well as cleaning out my planters, bring me joy. The practice of grounding, also called earthing, is good for my health. I wear old socks and no shoes for a better connection to the earth. It’s one of my ways of respecting mother earth. While I was working outside yesterday, I was patting myself on the back for getting so much done. I told myself that I can still do what I did 30 years ago, but it takes me a lot longer.
I am learning to stop before hurting myself. My goal was to finish a border separating the bowling ball planter form the fake grass I am laying down. I knew the official beginning of summer is looming overhead. The temperatures are going to severely limit what I can get done. I didn’t finish the border. I left my mallet, the level, and the hand shovel on the path. I figured today I would get up early before physical therapy and finish. By the time I got home, it was 99 degrees F.
Scorching hot weather
Kiddie pool wading