A good day. . .

...worked in the yard all day today.  Oh, my aching arms and back!  I cannot grip anything with my right hand.  My fingers won't work.  Hopefully, a night's rest will take care of that.  Otherwise, it will be interesting playing the organ tomorrow.

The time was well spent, though...peaceful and inspiring.  It feels good to let my thoughts free flow. I discovered that something has been burrowing under the grass where the new topsoil was spread.  The tunnels are pretty big for a mole but I don't know what else does that.  Some confused flowers are beginning to bloom in this unseasonably warm fall weather.  I was greeted by a charming primrose, a johnny-jump-up, a forget-me-not, and a bright yellow dandelion.  They think it's spring.  Boy, are they in for a surprise!

The plan was to divide my day so I wouldn't overdo, spending the morning working outdoors and the afternoon working on some knitting projects I have underway.  So much for that!  I should know by now that I don't know when to quit when it comes to yardwork.  I always want to do "one more thing." When the sun began to set and I realized I was very hungry, I knew I had pushed myself to the limit...again.  I was long overdue for sustenance since the slice of apple bread I had with my coffee early this morning was all I had eaten, so far.   I wondered what I had to eat that was readily on hand.  Not much, I discovered, so I settled for a can of Manhattan Clam Chowder.  I don't even like clam chowder but I ate it anyway.  It was either that or another slice of apple bread.  I don't even know what that soup was doing in my pantry, or how long it had been there.  I didn't check the date but I'm going to assume it had expired.

The next time I decide to divide a day's tasks, I think it might be a good idea to plan the outdoor work for the afternoon.

All considered, it has been a good day and I'm pleased with what was accomplished.  What will tomorrow bring?  I wonder......