Today was the first day of real yardening for 2015. I exercise during the winter - walk 10,000+ steps most days, shovel snow, cross country ski, hike, mix in yoga and physical therapy and this and that - but it doesn't seem to matter. None of it prepares me for the bending and stooping, the grasping and pulling, the lifting and lugging that yard work and gardening entail.
Today I focused on the ornamental grasses in the front yard. Usually I saw away at them with one hand tool or another, until my right hand blisters and cramps. This year I decided to take my new hedge trimmer to them.
This is not my first hedge trimmer. Its predecessor met its demise when my SO borrowed it last summer. He kindly replaced it with a better model (this one rotates). But this is the first time it occurred to me to use it for cutting back the grasses. No blisters! No cramps! It's a miracle! Now if it only magically swept up the trimmings and flew them to the compost pile. Bippity boppity boo!