Whoa - I am so sore from hauling blackberry vines, clipping them in pieces with big clippers and small, bending to pick them up, and dumping them in the yard waste barrel. This evening at dinner I couldn't get the cork out of the wine bottle, my hand was so sore. How's that for dedication?
Actually, I haven't been that dedicated and didn't get nearly enough done this weekend. No trees pruned, no seeds started inside. Those blackberries are already really boring, and I'm already discouraged with how many there are and how long it takes.
It struck me this afternoon that the instructions to beginning mountain climbers to not look down, just keep your focus right in front of you, are just what I need for this task. Don't look up, don't look at how much more needs to be done. Just focus on cutting these canes in front of me. Cut them in 12 inch pieces, bend down and pick them up, put them in the grey plastic container. Start over. If I look up, I'll be paralyzed with fear of never getting done.
I have one hopeful gardening fact: Norm tells me our goal is to grow 1,000 pounds of food this year, not 2,000. Hurray! I feel like we're halfway there!
One scary observation: I was out in the back yard in the sunniest time of the afternoon, and the sun never hit the middle of the yard. I'm afraid the trees have grown up too much and we won't get enough sun. I'm hoping as the earth moves into its summer path, there will be more sun. Or, we can cut some trees down or something. I knew I shouldn't have looked up.
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