These Corona garden tools came home from the Roger Reynolds nursery 2 weeks ago: they’ve been a great help. The long handles mean I can sit on my rolling garden cart and reach the centers of the planting boxes.
The tools are an accomodation to current limitations: they help me get work done more easily than I might otherwise have. Thinking about that in the garden this morning, I came to the realization that, at some point, one just has to accept the limitations imposed by circumstance. The reality is that I’m a cancer side effects train wreck at the moment, there’s lots of things I can do only slowly, and sometimes imperfectly, good tools notwithstanding.
As badly as I want to have something I can feel good about, the reality is when I try to help sometimes, it makes others’ lives harder. Better, I guess, just to stay out of things like that: people around me already have their hands full.
So this AM I went off to the garden, alone, after a Cassie walk, and finished up some planting – it took forever, but I got it done – before harvesting baby greens for tonight’s dinner. So I have a little something to start the day feeling good about: and that’s been a scarce resource of late. I should look for more things like this things I can do solo without bothering those around me…