Somehow I got through okay! I did all the weeding on my hands and knees (no bending), and did the tilling with a garden fork. The tilling was the hardest on my back, but I felt fine at the end, and haven't felt anything the rest of the day. Maybe I got lucky?

(My reward to myself at the end of this is a trip to the bookstore.)

I loathe weeding but I get a sense of satisfaction out of planting and tending my garden. When I haul two big boxes full of potatoes down to the cellar I get a faint sense of how a squirrel must feel.

We're on after Northwinds, the community band I played with when we first came to Winnipeg.