I hardly know what to do with myself. Going from zero to 85 mph is amazing, but I may be driving the people around me (in both the real and virtual worlds) a bit crazy. You must remember that I’ve been battling Hashimoto’s Disease for the past 9 years, which left me, basically, a semi-invalid. Well, that’s how long it’s been since I was diagnosed. There were about 10 years before that when I went undiagnosed. But that’s a long sad song that mama don’t wanna sing no more. A few weeks ago I decided that this summer would be one of whipping this property into shape. That means.
- Cutting back and shaping the overgrown Holly hedge that lines the south side of the house,
- Cutting back three overgrown shrubs around the front porch,
- Pruning and shaping the roof-tall bush thing against the NW corner,
- Taming about a gazillion tufts of wild, crazy Monkey Grass (Liriope) all around the entire house and along the driveway as flowerbed borders,
- The yearly purge of the Funky Flowerbed,
- Shaping the ancient Honeysuckle vine on the backyard fence,
- Ripping down the Virginia Creeper that took over the front porch and the English Ivy,
- Lopping and pruning nine mature trees, and
- Doing something with the flowerbed beneath the master bedroom bay.
Two weeks ago I started slowly, working on the bush thing, a boxwood, and some of the trees. Weekend before last I began tackling the Holly hedge and ended up with soreness and stiffness all over, and a wasp sting. Late last week I worked on some of the other trees and the Monkey Grass in the back yard. I even discovered a brick pad and flowerbed edging that had been hidden since who knows how long. I took the week off to recover and then set in last Saturday and Sunday with a vengeance. I guess I’m slowly getting myself in shape, because I did more in one weekend that I’ve done in all the time we’ve lived here. I still have a long way to go, but I have all summer and autumn. This summer isn’t about results; that will be next year when new plantings will have matured a bit and mature ones are back to snuff after their radical pruning. Now my biggest problem is getting rid of all the yard waste.
Turns out all this yard work is working wonders on my energy, my physical strength, my endurance, and my mood! I’d be out there right now, but it’s about 100º and I don’t wish to die of heat stroke, thank you very much. The secret to it all is just pacing myself, not an easy thing for me since I’ve enjoyed a lifetime of boundless energy. But I’m working on it. And I’m appreciating my dad a little more every day. I saw him slow down, although he didn’t do it gracefully until he was diagnosed with cancer and had to. Dear old Dad. I wish I had his Shredder-Bagger.
Outside of those above, I’m not posting any photos because I’d rather do that next year when I have some really good “after” shots to go with the “before” shots I’m taking as I go along. What next? It’s supposed to be 86 on Friday so I’ll take advantage by finishing the beds around the front porch (including the Funky Flowerbed). The Holly hedge will have to wait until the second half of the month when we’re expecting the temps to drop into the 80s. During these hot days I’ve been sprucing up the front porch and lightening up the inside of the house. Maybe next spring I’ll tackle painting the exterior. The way I’m going, I figure I’ll be in top form by then!