I have always enjoyed gardening and still do, but at a much slower pace. Getting on a level with my plants is not bad, but the getting up part could have a million, laughing viewers on You Tube if I was not careful. And I am. Before I lumber to my knees and rise with difficulty to my feet, I look around my neighborhood to make sure I am unobserved.
But apparently that is not enough. This last weekend I was planted (an apt term) in front of a future flower bed turning the earth for the planting of flowers next week. I heard a car stop behind me and turned when I heard a voice. An equally gray-headed gentleman had stopped, rolled down his window, and was inquiring if I needed help in getting up. And I had not even begun the process. I thanked him and told him I was fine but….
What gave the game away? My gray hair, my age, the fact that I was on the ground rather than bending over? I do not know. And maybe he was just a man who drives around neighborhoods looking for old ladies to help up out of their gardens. A little weird, but I think I will go with that one.