knees

I spent much of my life on my knees

It is the life of someone whose life seems to be on the floor. Tile, linoleum (remember the good old stuff?), carpet.

I even garden on my knees, it seems comfortable some how. There is a tool that is illegal to ask anyone to use now, it is a hoe about 24” long and to use it you have to bend over in a back breaking position.

People used to spend all day in that position using that little instrument of torture. Well, I use one (it is a good old forged iron model that has long gone off the market) and use it while I am on my knees. It works.

The other tool I seem to use a great deal is small stainless steel trowel. Made by a maker of razor blades, it is a superb tool. It is not made any longer either. I am afraid this says something about the quality of hand tools we buy nowadays, but that is a different subject.

Anyway, as I garden on knees, I get a better look at the plants. From that perspective weeds and vegetables have a different appearance. A bit of bug damage, or an individual insect is easy to see as well.

The down side at this age is that the getting up and going down is a bit more awkward than it used to be. I do fine on my knees, but it takes a bit to get reoriented when I get up again.

But, for now, at least, the old knees are doing pretty well.