Something hurt when I put my walking shoes on at 6:30 am. I’m a morning person, so the issue was not the time of day. I poked a finger between the sneaker and the area below the inner side of the ankle. Ouch! It felt bruised. Do you suppose I threatened to kick myself and actually did?
I walked one mile instead of the usual two, turning back because of the threat of rain. Six hours later it still had not sprinkled a drop. For exercise I attacked the wicked wisteria for the first time this season, pulling up shoots from the ground before they could imprison me in the house. Roots an inch thick snaked under the fence into the horse pasture. The owner has taken the horses away right now, making me wonder if the animals nibble the wisteria when they are here. If so, I owe them some apples for a reward. Before going in for breakfast, I swept the back porch to remove 1/16 of an inch of bright yellow pollen. The stuff gets gloppy when wet. I’m proud of myself for quitting before I got tottery.