Fourteen weeks and two days. It seemed more like 1.9 Dog Years, but finally on Sunday I was back on my knees digging in the dirt.
Mother Nature provided a lovely 60-degree day and enough thawed soil that weeding and deadheading were easy and productive. Thanks, Mom!
It was only a small start, but felt right. My back gave out while my shoulder was still going strong.
Now like a baby bird, I have been kicked out of the nest by my PT and see the Doc for the final checkup tomorrow. No more excuses for not posting and not digging - well, at least no more physical ones.
Snow is predicted for tomorrow.
Mom also provided a couple of little bits of encouragement for the months to come.