This Retirement - Is Pretty Hard Work

I don't think it's all THAT hot outside or even terribly humid but I'm dripping sweat...er...perspiration. We had three vanhoutte spirea shrubs on the East side of the house. I got 4 of them at a bargain rate because they were half dead. I planted them in a row so that they would provide a little privacy barrier and some pretty spring flowers. If you're not familiar with this variety of spirea, it looks like this:

The spirea is the white cascading flower in the front. When I was a child I played bride with these flowers many times. I really believed that that was about as close as I'd ever come to being one. It's a good thing Mr. Right came along. lol Now whenever I smell the pungent scent of a blooming vanhoutie spirea, I'm transported back to my childhood, to a small farm where I was lucky to grow up with all the animals a girl could ask for. But I digress.

I planted these four spireas and one died fairly quickly, two did very poorly, and one didn't thrive but it did grow some. So for years, I've looked at those things that we have to go to the trouble to mow around and that are so unsightly, but that I just don't have the time or energy to do anything about and I've not liked them at all. Then there's a place in the front of the house that has two spireas with a space in the middle that begs a third. So today. I cut off the almost dead two and dug up the one that grew some, and replanted it between the two with the open space, and filled in the holes that I made and that's why I was sweating ... I mean perspiring bullets.

And the whole time I'm doing it and especially when I'm finished, I'm thanking God for this retirement and this time to do some of the thousands of things that need doing and that I've wanted to do for about .... 14 years?

Oh and it was pretty hard work I guess but it seemed a lot more like fun to me. And I'm thanking God again and again.