Was the Work This Hard When I Was Younger?

The older I get, the less I get done in a day.

I remember how slowly my Mom moved. Now I am moving at that pace too. When did this happen?

I had hoped to get the soil-less mixture for the new raised bed boxes mixed and the boxes filled, the sunflowers for the Saturday Market transplanted, the hoop house and greenhouse plants organized, the lemon, pickling and slicing cucumber seeds planted, the corn seed started and labels made for all the newly repotted plants.

It was too windy up here on the top of the hill to make the mix for the raised beds today. Vermiculite and peat moss was flying all over. Hopefully tomorrow will be calmer. And the pickling cukes and corn will have to wait for tomorrow too.

I love what I'm doing, though. Having my own nursery/greenhouse business has been a dream of mine for years. My bout with breast cancer has given me a different perspective on things. One of the questions I asked myself was if I had only a year left to live, what would I regret not having done.

And now I am blessed to be living my dream.