Anyway, we did a little rhubarb transplanting this afternoon. I weeded around some of the wee tiny plants...which while it took a little while per plant, takes very little time to tell about.
I enjoyed playing with a few worms...I like them you know. Daddy kept accidentally chopping them in half...
All in all, I spent a decent amount of time on my knees, elbows, and hands with my chin and cheek almost touching the ground to peer under the little leaves. In fact, I unburied several small sections that had previously been hidden and would have been choked out relatively soon if someone's short fingers had not discovered them. I lost some rhubarb last year to weeds so I am really going to try to be more on the ball with my weeding this year.
My wrist brace got muddy, but it was highly appreciated--from carrying hunks of rhubarb-root containing clay-y sod to resting on that wrist to using my fine motor skills to pull grass and other weeds with my left hand. I discovered sometime in the past that I pull weeds just as well, if not better occasionally, with my 'off hand'. I am going to guestimate that it is because that hand is stronger due to the guitar...not that I have been playing much recently. (As I type, I have two guitar players [who play by ear] behind me working out Malagauna [sp] again. Daddy had it once but has forgotten it. I have sheet music for it, but seldom play that particular song. It used to tie me into knots to play it.)
I guess I'll go mosey off and wash the dishes...that way the music can continue. :)