The pictures, and narrative, are not in chronological order. First, I confess to “helping myself” to the heavy-duty hand truck when I saw the neighbor leaving. Then I rushed to the area where I’ve been nursing plants damaged in January hard freeze. Miraculously  I was able to tilt the hand truck and get three plants moved to their new location. It was more than ninety-two degrees in the hot humid sunshine but I persevered. It’s difficult to tilt a planter on to the hand truck. I needed another pair of hands; two planters did not get moved.

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I started my morning washing grime off the front of the trailer, and off the hood of my KIA. Then I trimmed tree limbs.

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I was “downsizing”  (lol) by using old bags of fertilizer on plants and lawn. (Not my purchase; part of the clutter I inherited when I moved here.)

My friend, Jim, arrived and installed the cover over the vent on the cargo trailer.

Jim vetoed participating in shuffle of planters.  I’m tired of waiting for a hired helper (and no volunteers).

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I’m exhausted!! Perhaps all the strenuous exercise will help me sleep tonight?

Too bad the pictures don’t depict the sparkle of sunshine on the bottle trees.

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