Sunday, May 07, 2006

No, I'm Not Dead...

...My legs wouldn't hurt this much if I were. But spring has sprung, and although I'm not officially planting yet (still a danger of frost), I am back to work. This time of year, work consists of tilling and shaping my flower beds, and gathering plants. The gathering plants part is what's mostly responsible for the sore legs. LOTS of bending over and straightening up again. LOTS. I like to choose my own plant material whenever possible, and since I drive a pickup truck, not, say, a tractor trailer, I make quite a few trips to greenhouses. The truck bed holds 26 dozen 4" pots, and I plant thousands. You do the math. Some do get delivered, but unfortunately my biggest delivery DOES come in a tractor trailer, which is too big to back down the driveway at my holdover location. So the plants are unloaded on the ground at the top of the driveway, the driver gets his signature and goes on his merry way, and I get to reload them on my own truck and back them down the driveway to unload them again. This year, that took seven trips up and down the driveway. LOTS AND LOTS OF BENDING. And once they're in my holdover spot, they need to be separated so they have some air circulation. Which requires more bending. Seriously, the backs of my thighs feel like they're on fire.

Not that I'm complaining. I really do love my job. Besides, you have to keep it in perspective: Other people pay money to go to the gym; I get paid to do this. It's all good. But it does interfere with my blogging. Yeah, I know, many of you work full-time and still find time to blog, and others take care of small children full-time and blog, and a few work full-time AND take care of small children and still manage to update at least a few times a week (Wonder Woman has nothing on you). Busy season or not, I could sneak in updates here and there. But the really messed up part, which is probably something I should talk to my therapist about (my therapist being my neighbor and a bottle of wine), is that it feels wrong to update my own blog when I don't have time to read everyone else's. It's okay once in a while, but if I do too many posts without catching up on all my friends' blogs, I feel like I'm saying, "I'd like you to read my blog, but I'm too busy to bother with reading yours." As if what I have to say is more important than what YOU have to say. And that feels wrong.

Anyway, enough self-therapy for today...I'm off to dig up 2800 bulbs. Which requires some more BENDING.

Posted by The Gradual Gardener :: 6:02 AM :: 16 Comments:

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