I was able to spend several hours in the garden on both days and made some progress getting things cleaned up. I transplanted all the volunteer foxglove that popped up in the compost pile, weeded the parking strip in front and started cleaning up the fish pond. And I did it all in SHORT SLEEVES!
Working in the garden is therapeutic on so many levels. When I am weeding and straightening up I go into some sort of plucking-a-weed-trance and everything else just fades into the background. Except the sore hands of course. 8+)