Weed therapy

 I saw the surgeon 3 days ago and he told me that I no longer have restrictions on the direction my hip joint goes.

My first thought: "I can reach into the garden and pull out weeds!"

And, oh mama, does it ever need my attention.

So I will scootch along on my plastic kitchen stool, dragging my crutches and weed bucket and tools and phone and anything else I need to drag if it means I can be out there. And I'm gonna gather all those gooseberries and make something yummy out of them!