The past two days I've been killing myself hoeing, shoveling weeds, shoveling sand, pulling cabbage stalks, pulling mustard greens, pulling a cart full of heavy sand or mustard greens and dumping into woods. My feet are hurting and need massaging but I'll have to do it myself.
The backyard is swampy and all my work left a muddy trail.
Planted one last batch of radishes, lettuce and kale in my box since I got it cleaned out and put fertilize in it.
After all that hard work the only thing someone said to me after coming indoors was, 'pew that's the worst thing I ever smelled'. At least one person asked if I was alright when they noticed me shuffling along like an elderly.
I still have lots more to do like raking where the mustard greens were, taking the leaves out of the yard and emptying heavy containers of sand.
