Yard Work

There's nothing in the world to convince you that you need exercise more than yard work. I got up this morning with great intentions...I was going to the farm to gather some fresh eggs, then coming home to plant some spring flowers. Ugh. So I'm covered in donkey manure, peat moss, and ant poison, puffing for air and sweating. I'm a visage only an ogre would love. Somewhere along the path of lugging 40 pound bags of dirt, I came to the realization that I need to step up my workout regimen. Still, I have two dozen eggs in assorted shades of green and brown, a happy kid who's equally dirty, and two beds full of sunflower and marigold seeds. With a little luck, some warm spring rains, and a smile or two from above, we should soon be awash in golden tints. Meanwhile I'm off to investigate the mysterious promises on my bathroom shelf, relishing a "good" tired -- the tired that comes from a hard job well done.