I have new muscles. At least some I haven't been aware of for quite some time. The kind of muscles needed to dig holes and plant shrubs. Different muscles than knitting requires, for sure.
We've been in this house almost 9 years now, and thought out landscaping days were long over. But last spring, the result of frozen weeping tile, our basement flooded. Which meant last summer, we had this done.
Before the contractor with the back hoe arrived, we transplanted many of the shrubs - and managed to save quite a few. This year it was time to move them back to the front of the house and to buy additional ones to replace those we couldn't salvage.
Silly me, I thought it would be a one day job. Buy in the morning. Plant in the afternoon. But I forgot our bodies are 9 years older than the last time we did this kind of work. Quitting time comes way earlier than it used to. My landscaping muscles, rarely used these last few years, complained so loudly last evening that Cotton Concerto lay untouched. Today, being the third day of this one day job was a lighter day. Tonight, maybe there will be knitting.