Why they don't call me Grace.....

No one could ever call me graceful.  I tend to throw myself into whatever I'm doing and,  as Mike likes to say,  it becomes me against the world.  I've always assumed, if I tried hard enough, I could make it happen,  which some people ( named Mike ) might call hard headed-ness.  At the moment, I'm having another one of those dreaded lessons in slowing down,  being patient and not forcing the issue.

Late Sunday afternoon,  I was doing battle with the flower bed above the koi pond.  I have decided to clean out most of the beds close to the house and simplify the plantings,  so that there isn't so much constant maintenance.   I'm ready to spend more time in the vegetable garden and less time weeding flower beds,  especially those being overtaken by Virginia Creeper and vinca.....with some poison ivy thrown in for good measure.  So,  I've been pretty aggressive in the clean up,  as we are preparing for the wedding.  Anyway...........I was using my handy dandy 4 tine cultivator/mini-rake to pull vines from the flower bed and was careless enough to prop it against the garden cart.  While my back was turned,  it fell down,  directly behind me and when I backed up,  I stepped right on it.  One of the tines went through my shoe and into my foot.  I don't think I need to tell you how that felt.  Yeow!  So,  after a trip to the Urgent Treatment Center for a tetanus shot,  x-ray,  pain medication,  antibiotics and crutches,  here I sit,  with my leg propped on pillows,  looking out at all the work I need to be doing.   Can you say frustration?

So, plans and to-do lists are being revised and I'm settling in on the couch with my knitting.  At least, that's one good thing to come out of this.  Thank goodness for knitting.