So there I was, sitting on my couch feeling utterly exhausted. I mean not just tired, but entirely used up. It is a feeling I get a lot lately. Oh, stop playing that miniature violin (you know who you are)! One thing I do not need is condescension. My original plan for today was to go running after work. Unfortunately, I did something to my back and it was quite painful by the end of my work day. At first I thought I would go ahead and run anyways. Worst case scenario: I stopped running and walked. Then I thought the real worst case scenario is that I wake up tomorrow with an even worse backache, so I told myself don’t be stupid. Run tomorrow.
Picture to pep things up.
Still, a walk might help a sore back. It probably would have been a better idea to take said walk right away, before I sat there on the couch feeling like a big lump of I Don’t Care. It was the thought of taking a couple of pictures on the walk for blogging purposes that got me into my sneakers and out the door. I can’t break my streak of posting daily, can I?
The first place I walked was into my own backyard, to check on my rhododendron. I had seen some neighbors’ rhododendrons blooming and hoped mine was doing the same. It is blooming but is being overshadowed by a pine tree that grows nearby. A few years ago I cut a bunch of branches off the tree for that very reason. I felt like much woman, as my sister Vicki would say. I guess I need to do it again. I tried to get a picture of what blooms there are, but the sun was in the wrong place, so I couldn’t get the shot.
While I was out back, I could not help but notice how badly I need to mow. I need, in fact, to do more than mow, but do some major yard work. I almost opened up my garage and hauled out the mower. Once again, consideration for my back stopped me. Even opening the garage is quite the effort, because some spring or other broke after not being in the right place to begin with (I don’t properly understand these things). I promised myself to try it tomorrow. Or the next day. Saturday at the latest.
Out front, I realized I could take a picture of my daisies, once again taking over the yard. I just can’t bear to cut them back till they stop blooming. They are so cheerful. I put the picture of them after the first paragraph, because I did not want to make my readers wait too long for an illustration. Then I took a picture of the two peonies that managed to bloom.
I love the smell!
My back was still hurting, but I at least walked around the block. There were not many photo ops, because I do not like taking pictures of people’s yards without their permission (although I have done it on occasion). I saw a flowering tree in front of one house, and I wondered what it was. I took a picture, zooming in so you can only see tree, nothing of the house. That makes it anonymous enough, doesn’t it?
Perhaps one of my readers knows what it is.
I felt somewhat revived after my walk, at least enough to open the Chromebook and make the blog post. And I believe I have successfully avoided having a Wuss-out Wednesday.
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