in which our plucky heroine continues to push forward against entropy...
Not giant molehills, but some of the front yard foliage raked into piles. Hopefully there will be time and energy tomorrow, to gather in some of this, 'twill make good chicken bedding, and compost fodder. I plumb refuse to let this unrelenting pain stop me from having some kind of life, until it becomes impossible. The late afternoon sunshine will not last forever, and in truth is destined to end later this week.
Last autumn the leaves did not get raked at all, 'till after the rain started, they are much much heavier when wet, not to mention the unpleasantness of raking in the rain. Slightly frustrated that the ornamental plum trees have not gotten the message, and there are still rather a lot of leaves still well attached to the branches. I also need to somehow deal with the gutters, am a bit concerned about ladderclimbing with my limbs not entirely 100%, but the gutters didn't get done last year either, and who knows what may be lurking... ah well, sufficient to each day is the effort therof, and between attempting to continue working, and a multiplicity of med-fu, there is some effort, however small, made every day in recovering the sweet home buried under a year of neglect.
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