sore sore sore

My arm still aches. I think that will be the story of my life for the next few weeks. What's more, the pain triggers worse fibro pain and some muscle issues, so I wasn't able to handle Jericho on his lead while we were hiking. Poor boy had to keep hold of him the whole time.

I'm about to go make things even achier by gardening a bit. I don't know if I have the right tools to turn over the soil effectively right now. I still need to replace my Claw--that's about the only tool I can use at length without excess pain.

I think I'll let Jerry come outside with me. He likes managing (overseeing). And I'll probably find lots of grubs to toss in the tray feeder.

I'll see if I can't get a round bed formed for the pineapple sage. About two feet in diameter, well turned to about six-eight inches deep. It'll be rough, but I think I can do it today. I'll need to go pick up edging stones and some mulch/soil, too. Of course, if I had some soil/mulch, I could just do my favorite no-till newspaper lasagne gardening method. Decisions, decisions.

If anyone sees an old pitchfork at a farm auction sometime soon, bid on it for me. The compost needs more frequent turning. It's doing pretty well, but I could get the pile even hotter if I had a pitchfork.