I Discovered Some Old Muscles.

I Discovered Some Old Muscles.

I forgot I had them. I kind of wish the motor on the hot tub wasn’t broken, or that the tub in the kids’ bathroom were bigger. I spent this morning gardening. I planted a hydrangea in the front, along with many, many daffodils and irises I got from Mom’s house, and a baker’s dozen dwarf daylilies. I moved four azaleas from the back of the house into the front garden. When I was done, I dug up a bunch of the wood chips and moved them to mulch the new plants. Then I went to the back and removed all of Judy’s doggie-bombs, then planted 8 ferns, a bunch of oriental lilies, some herbs, and toad lilies. I really enjoy doing this stuff, but between the fact that it’s been months since I’ve dug and hauled and wheeled garden stuff, and that I was limited in how much I could do in the first place back then, I’m awfully stiff and sore right now. It’s a good stiff and sore, though. And everything’s going to look so nice this summer!