Husband looked at me with bleary eyes the other day as we were finishing yet one more garden chore and said “We are getting too old for a garden this big. We can never have a garden bigger than this one”.
I don’t know when it happened, but the days are gone when we could get all our garden work done in a couple of weekends and still look after our children and cats and dogs and keep up the house inside. It took at least six weekends this year to get everything done. We just can’t work from dawn to dusk like we used to.
“Let’s get all the pea and rabbit fencing up today, and then focus on the strawberry netting tomorrow”. “I think we can get the soaker hoses down Sunday after church. We’ll worry about putting up the bean poles until next weekend”. We never really had to pace ourselves like this, and it came on so suddenly!
I love our garden, and it is coming on nicely, and I don’t want to downsize. Maybe going to the gym in the winter will help next year come summer. I am not used to pacing myself.
When have you bitten off more than you could chew. How do you pace yourself for life these days?