|Emerging Virginia bluebells starting to show some color|
It was a cool morning, but promised some sun. The wind I could have done without. It was windy enough to make raking the stray corners a futile gesture. I am finishing up a couple classes I have been taking at the local technical college, so I thought I would hit the books a couple hours before gardening.
Studying, all the various sounds of the neighborhood drive in. Hammering, chain saws, mourning doves cooing, the noisy robins, Andrea's children...and the sound of..could it be? A lawnmower...
Someone was cutting their grass!
As my grass surely has to be the scruffiest, having not been cut past late September, the sound of a gasoline powered lawn mower was a challenge.
First, that I get outdoors. Second that I cut my own grass.
Now I have an electric corded machine, buried under anything Handsome Son could throw into the storage shed on top of it. (Did he think I would never return home last fall when he shut up the house?)
With the cord the motion of grass cutting takes on some semblance to vacuuming, which I can do with my cane..
First, though I walked my yard to work up the gumption to clear the shed and free Princess Electric Mower. And of course, I had my camera in tow.
|My spiritual advisor this spring-- pansies!|
|Euonymus fortunei--still dead, I think...|
|A new clematis planted late last summer, I think it has large white flowers if I remember right. I didn't dig for the tag.|
|A native hepatica in white|
|Forsythia, no bloom, no leaves...|
|A native blue hepatica|
|Korean boxwood, supposedly one of the hardier species, dying from the outside in. I clipped off a lot of dead to the green a couple weeks ago only to have the rest die back, too.|
|A Moorpark apricot, which had typically bloomed third week in April. Still nothing this year.|
|Smokebush 'Nordine', I can tell it is alive already. Last spring after the drought and heat of 2012, I thought it had died. I am surprised I can tell it is alive already this year. Sometimes it keeps me guessing until nearly June.|
So I did mow my lawn. It worked muscles I had not stretched out in a while, which is all to the good. It took twice as long as it used to, but the fact is I did it.
The other milestone, I hit on Saturday, which I have been dreading, was I fell.
We all trip, or stumble, but with my healing fracture and a cane, the consensus was another fall might be really bad for me. Statistically, falling with an assistive device for walking has a high probability of causing another fracture of some sort. And, then there is the aspect of getting up, with no assistance, after you have fallen.
I was taking too large a stride trying to clear the rock border of my long border, and couldn't place my cane to support my balance point, and just sort of crumpled actually into a sitting position. The grass was soft, my camera fine, and even though I landed on my left hip with knee bent, I landed softly, and don't even have a bruise this morning. Going down, though was psychologically terrifying. I sat there a moment, not even having the physical air knocked out of me, but taking stock, and then realized I better get right up, if I could (without a walker or chair for leverage), for fear the neighbors who have all been mother-henning me since my return home, run over to check on me. I was indeed fine. Getting up was easy, too. When you literally have to support your body's weight with your arms, you develop some upper body strength. Even when I was a D1 athlete rowing on the UW-Madison crew, I could not do a push up.
Not only can I do a push up these days, I can do several in a row, by the way. Getting up this time was a breeze.