Saturday, May 21, 2022

Jig a jig

I spent most of yesterday doing a jigsaw, my form of mindfulness, to take my mind off this one.

And here is the jigsaw.
I'll tell you a secret if you promise not to tell anyone. Two of the edge pieces are in the wrong place. I have had to force them in. I have searched but for the life of me I can't find any other edge pieces that seem to be wrong.

Hey ho. In between jigsaw-doing I popped to the shop and bought some plants. I have a hankering to rejig a tiny bit of garden. 

This morning I set out bright and early to start work clearing the section and I hadn't been going for more than five minutes when my back said, "I don't think so." 

Martyr that I am - I know, heroic is my middle name - I carried on digging but had to sit down to do it. I can sit and I can stand. It's getting between them that I am struggling with. 


Debra She Who Seeks said...

"Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" I used to wonder what that saying was all about. Now I know. Thanks, aging.

Boud said...

That's a nice portrait of George and the Japanese maple.