How's my day you ask. In less than ten minutes of working in the front border my back knotted up and put an end to my plans. I talked to the lady next door and her son (high school age) will do the job for me. I'll pay him well and just be thankful that his parents expect him to earn him mad money.
This is where I stand -
I hate being old and decrepit. OK, now I've had a pity party it's time to put on my big girl panties and get on with life.