Yes, I stuck my head out the door today and decided to grasp the rake and approach the hedge. This is a big step for someone who is not a gardener, a goal-driven twenty or thirty-something, nor a person who looks much beyond herself.  But there I was, thinking, “Let’s make this place look good.” It is quite possible that spending the day drinking iced tea and then Diet Coke with a splash of Coke has caused an out-of-mind experience for me.

Nevertheless, I raked and saw some myrtle spreading out from the hedge onto an area plagued with shade and faltering grass and decided to rake those leaves right back over that greenery to protect if from a really cold snap or a blizzard. Yes, well I remember the St. Patrick’s Day Blizzard we had here about 35 years ago.  And just a few years back, Quentin and I drove to Indianapolis between two ice storms in April.

I puttered on over to the spot where I had run over a section of fence that had been leaning against one of the woodpiles and slid to the ground during the windy spell before being covered with snow. We have since moved the remainder of the fence, but there were a could of splintered boards I picked up. I am actually thinking of patching the pieces back together and putting a fresh coat of paint on the section and sticking it someplace for vines to grow on. It occurs to me that the infamous thought – Let’s make this place look good – could be overwhelming.

Then I picked up some errant logs, dropped while scurrying inside from getting wood for the fireplace. And, then, wait for it, I thought, “I don’t want to tire myself out.”

So I went inside. I came out later and did a little more. Easy does it, dontcha know.