Yesterday was another beautiful day on the Taylor hillside. I spent the afternoon clearing away mud from the dog ramp to the grass in the back yard. The trench work for the plumbing created a mud pit right at the area the dogs must cross–where the sloping back yard ends at the walkway. I had hauled Mexican beach rocks to the worst part right after the rain that turned the freshly trenched area into a mud slalom course. Currently, I am working on the stretch from where the concrete ends near the ramp to those Mexican beach rocks. Let’s just say a lot of physical labor was involved–shoveling mud off the concrete walk next to the ramp and the fence…carrying said mud out of the yard and dumping, and carrying rocks back into the yard and down that ramp. I consider it the equivalent to working out with weights.
Then I began picking up pine cones around the big tree in the front yard–the one that generally supplies me with sufficient kindling for the fire pit. Back up the hill and placing the pine cones strategically, I heard a sound behind me, and turned around to see big limbs falling from waaaaay up, and crack and splinter when they hit the ground…right where only a few minutes prior I had been standing, stooping, and gathering kindling. Yes, that left me standing there, soberly considering the possibilities.
Just when I think I have made major progress in cleaning up…not sure when I might be willing to venture close to that big ‘ole pine tree now. Remember when Danny Glover said “I’m too old for this…”? It might be time to hang up my work boots. Even Grandma finally quit trying to keep things going and moved to town.