It's The Little Things - A Snippet

I planted snapdragons.  I carried a 20 pound bag of soil to the bed at the back of the patio.  I knelt and I sat and I bent.

The sun was out, the air was cool, and the breeze smelled of creosote from the rains the day before.  I was wearing gloves and long sleeves and tights; nothing was going to raise allergic bumps on my skin.

I trotted back and forth between the garden garage and the containers, lifting the bag of potting soil up to the rims and pouring in fresh nutrients. 

I carried everything back to storage.  I dragged and un-kinked the hose, stomping on the curls that wouldn't straighten out.

I had no pain.  I didn't notice my hip.  I was strong and fleet of foot.

At the end of the day, I had "regular people's tiredness" planting me on the couch.  It wasn't a perforated person's performance at all.

I seem to be making progress without really noticing it at all.