** Gardening for sanity. Trel hard at work. Me dictating from a chair guzzling BOOST and pulling some weeds. **
It's against doctors orders. I'm too fragile they say; I could have a heart attack or a stroke. I can't even take a walk without escort. Too fragile.
But doctors don't know everything. Far from clutchin' my chest and calling "Elizabeth, I'm comin' to join ya!", tending garden with my Boo makes my heart full.
Last year we had just moved into the house, so a big garden was lower priority. This year, despite a health bomb-shell, I arranged to have the garden planted on my way to the hospital. Now, my organic garden -- featuring herbs like thyme, rosemary, basil, cilantro, chives, various mints, garlic (a veggie and herb) and veggies like Swiss Chard, mustard greens, collards, cabbage, various hot peppers, yellow bell peppers, tomatoes, yellow tomatoes, and almost brussel sprouts (but they didn't make it) -- is a symbol of my recovery back to wellness and healthy living for the rest of my life.
This perfect little set. I bought two so me and Trel can garden together without have to share implements.
Sturdy, heavy and gives me the belief they'll be around season after season ....