I have crippled about today--remembering the years when I could garden by the hour without more than a twinge or two to show for my efforts.
Yesterday I snipped blossoms off our first year strawberry plants. In the afternoon I picked sod out of the smaller flower border, raked it smooth, moved the rosebushes farther apart--after viewing J.M.'s of the same variety which he set too close to their front walk.
I scattered seed of dianthus [I like the old name of gillyflowers] poked in some nasturtiums from an older saved packet.
I talked about picking the sod from the larger border.
J. went out this morning and hoed it, so the eventual task should be easier. Maybe tomorrow [?]