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I used to think gardening was about growing flowers.
Now I realize it's mostly about discovering new muscles I didn't know I had and old ones I would prefer to keep quiet. Getting older is no fun, especially if you are like me, and you've spent most of your time digging, planting and weeding.
Not only is gardening enjoyable, it has health benefits -- bending, lifting, digging and soaking up vitamin D. It just becomes a little more challenging as we get older. I don't plan to quit, but I do plan to work a little smarter, not harder.
I've become a huge fan of raised beds and containers. My flowers and herbs are higher and my back is happier. When using containers, bigger is better. They are better for the root system and watering.
A garden stool with handles has become my best friend when working in the garden. It gives me somewhere to sit and, more importantly, something to grab when it's time to stand up. My knee joints also appreciate the use of knee pads. They offer protection and cushioning when kneeling.
I've also discovered that long-handled tools are wonderful inventions. A ratcheting pruner, telescoping pruner and fulcrum weeder make the job easier. They even make ergonomic tools for those of us who have arthritis. The tools are easier to handle and don't put a lot of pressure on the joints.
Downsizing the gardening area is probably the most difficult task for me.
That would mean I would have to stop buying more plants. I can't resist buying something different. I do make sure the plant is reliable and low maintenance. I have replaced some areas with ground cover to reduce weeds.
Mulch is very important for the garden for several reasons. It reduces weeds and helps keep much needed moisture in the soil. Many times, I use fallen leaves as mulch to save money and create overwintering spaces for insects.
My memory sometimes resembles a packet of mystery seeds. I walk into the garden intending to water my flowers. Twenty minutes later, I'm admiring a butterfly, holding an empty watering can. I've started keeping a little notebook -- some people call it a garden journal. I call it proof that I have a plan. I set my priorities at the beginning of the day. This way, I have a feeling of accomplishment.
I've learned to pace myself when working in my gardens. I listen to my body. It tells me when it's quitting time. I grab a glass of iced tea, sit in the shade and admire everything I haven't gotten around to yet. Surprisingly, the gardens don't seem to mind. Neither do I.