Last week I decided it was time for me to find out if I could do any work in my garden. I have not done anything in the garden since my surgery on April 4. At that time I was doing everything in the garden since I became adamant that the inexpensive workers we hire never do the job correctly, even when shown and instructed in how to pull a weed. As usual, on my first day I walked out of the house at daybreak to take a tour of our property and decide what I wanted to try to do.
It took me a very short time to see what a disarray our property was in. It’s amazing how fast plants grow in Florida, particularly over a period of six months. Even though this was a walk to see and judge what work was needed to be done and then to decide what I could do, the further I walked around I realized that the time had come for me to get busy. I reasoned that if I worked a minimum of five hours a week I would do more than any of our garden workers.
Since that walk, I knew I must begin slowly not only in what I was doing but also how long I remained in the garden. The first day I spent one hour, then after skipping a day of work, the second day I spent two hours. Today I was able to last six hours before I decided I needed to stop. My capabilities are the same as before. My endurance to keep doing things needs to build slowly and so I watch carefully that I never feel that I have overdone myself.
Maybe in another two weeks I will be able to do things easier, like getting up and down ten times in 5 minutes!! Each day when I finish my body aches. I am determined to keep going at a pace I can do and one day my garden will look like it used to I guess it is one more time I must be patient. No matter what, recovery is not a great time in any life, particularly in mine!