I’m quickly realizing how far out of shape I have become over the past few months. Since I started juicing again, I have been saving the peels and pulp to put in the garden. So far I have managed two trips out there. An old farmer told me once that instead of the composte pile idea, he would just take his scraps out, dig a hole at the edge of the garden, and then bury the scraps so that they would rot right in the soil. I liked this idea because it was a lot easier than managing a composte pile.
I liked it until today! There is a patch of bermuda grass that is growing along the edge of my garden and I tried shoveling through that today. Talk about tough. I think the roots were several feet deep and very dense! I finally got past them and to the soil, but by then I was exhausted. I reawakened every muscle in my upper body, and it wasn’t a pleasant surprise.
My daughter has been exercising every morning…I guess I’m going to have to join her!