Fall Fallowturn Moon
Unanticipated consequences. Kate’s upper body, shoulders and neck, screamed at her yesterday and are still doing it today. Why? She’s had to do all the (more or less) heavy lifting since my surgery. One of my jobs in our marriage is to do the heavy lifting, literally. Now, I have my limits, too, of course, but they’re much higher than Kate’s. Singapore
We’ve had to buy dogfood in 20 pound bags rather than 35 so I can carry it. I made sure the water softener got it in, finally, before the surgery. 40 pounds per bag. When Kate weeds, she takes the plant out roots, soil and all. Puts them in plastic buckets. They get heavy quick. She had to empty her own this past month, using smaller buckets to empty the larger one. I had the surgery in late September to be sure I could move honey supers if I needed to. No need this year, unfortunately.
There’s also laundry and groceries. Various items to take up and down stairs. We’re done with our Excalibur (geesh) food dryer so it goes back in the basement. Jars of canned tomatoes, peaches, apple butter go down, too.
Today I’m going to split a bag of composted manure in half so I can carry it down to the bed where I’m to plant the lilies and iris I have left to put in the ground. I’ll be glad when this is done and I can get back to doing all these things plus my resistance work. One more week.
