When spring comes back again

I am sure I was an Energy Bunny before I met David. Most of my young adult life, I was raising three children pretty much on my own, going to college and holding down an outside job, all of which require much energy.garden pots 2013 005 garden pots 2013 006 garden pots 2013 001 garden pots 2013 002 garden pots 2013 003 garden pots 2013 004

(Above,a few random shots of front and side beds in my garden)

Years ago, my girl friends and I attended a musical play at Ford’s theater here in DC, entitled, I’m Getting My Act Together and Taking it on the Road. One of the songs, “Maybe I need a Wife,” made each of us formerly married gals laugh. We identified with the overworked wife who decided that she might as well be on her own and cease caring for a “lord and master” or terrible adult infant.

Later, when the group disbanded, one of us moved to Oregon and the rest of us continued on our separate ways here in the DC metro area.  I knew some great women in those days, and I have no idea how I lost touch with them. I think most of us remarried, but for a while we were our own collection of Sex and the City girls. It was wonderful.

Those were the heady 1970s of course. The 1980s were wonderful for different reasons. My career peaked and I found David. I think one of the reasons our relationship worked is because I didn’t “need” him, I just loved him.

I had learned by age 40 I could function on my own, I had become independent. By then, I made enough money to pick up the phone and call a repairman for help. All the education and work experience I had accumulated in my young years finally led to a fulfilling and well-paying job. 

Now that David is slower than he was a few years back, when I want something done around here, I don’t have to coerce him into doing it. I can call for help or do it myself.

As soon as I do, David decides he should do it.

For example, take gardening. This week, I hired John the horticulturist to do some work for me. After handsome young John came over to work this week, David decided he wants to do more outside work.

Fortunately, yesterday, he only dumped one hanging planter full of potting soil on my head.

“I can do it” he says, taking the pot away from me. Then he tries to lift it with one arm. After it toppled over and spilled its contents, I showed him how I do it: getting my little ladder from the shed and climbing up several steps before I lifted the container.

“Boy you’re strong,” says he. 

When we crawled into bed last night each of us could hardly walk. I woke up at 1:30 AM and met him in the hallway returning from the toilet.

“I can walk,” he says merrily. (Mobility is always a surprise at our age.)

“Gardening is good for you, mentally and physically,” he tells me this morning after reading an article on gardening in the Post.

You should start playing tennis again, I told him.

“I am, as soon as spring gets here.”       

Meanwhile he is helping me in the garden.    

8 thoughts on “When spring comes back again

  1. You are so funny. G has taken over the laundry. I find that fascinating but don’t argue. David as gardener is just as funny….but don’t tell him I said so.

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  2. I wish David good luck in returning to tennis. A couple of weeks ago I had a delusion about the delights of returning to golf. However, my practical side took over and I remembered how much my lower back hurt after rounds a few years ago. It’s fine now. I’m going to keep the clubs in the bag. Or, maybe, sell the bag in the next neighborhood garage sale.

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  3. Art was always against having lawn service in Illinois, but once we got it because we started to travel so much, he found it was worth it. Our gardening happens in spurts so most of the plants don’t like us. They prefer my mother. I have heard that gardening is good for you too.

    Thank you for those lovely garden photos. Are those white azaleas? I don’t see that color here in Hawaii. It’s all pink over here. You live in such a pretty neighborhood, from what I can see.

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    • The Pierus Japonica and Azaleas almost died a couple of years ago owing to a very cold winter followed by drought in the summer months. The mild winter and plenty of sunshine and rain this spring have encouraged new growth. I have high hopes for both kinds of shrubs, although they look a little ratty at present.

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  4. So hilarious that I can relate to your story. When I realized that complaining about hubby’s shoddy yard work was tearing our marriage apart, I hired a landscaping company to come by once a month and work their little miracle for $100. Hubby screamed at the expense, but he now appreciates the free time to vacuum our house once a week instead of pushing a lawn mower. Nuff said!

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