Winters in New England can be very harsh and one can become very comfortable staying at home and curling up on the couch with a great book. Except for maybe walking a dog, I get little exercise in the cold months. That's why when spring comes, I can't wait to get out in my gardens. Yes, when I want to get in shape, my exercise equipment of choice is a spade, rake and hoe.
Though some might dismiss gardening as an activity indulged in by elderly ladies wearing floral gloves, there are those of us for who gardening is practically a contact sport, if you count mulch, manure, and mud as valid contact material. Did I not shovel and carry over a half-ton pile of manure this spring to spread over all my gardens? And what about hoeing the hard ground and hauling transplants to exhaustion this spring. Yes, gardening can provide "a regular exercise program". Don't get me wrong, I do belong to a gym, and have been known to lift weights and do time on the exercise machines during nasty weather....but my exercise of choice is gardening. Why? Because I never get that "post-gardening sense of well-being", the lovely bit of bliss that comes when I sit back on my porch , hot and sweaty and stinky, with a cold drink in hand, to admire the tangible benefits of all that labor with the sun and the birds and the flowers all around. And that is something no windowless gym or aerobics classroom can ever offer.
Come stroll with me around my gardens and see "the rewards" of my exercise program.
View from the porch
View from the street....
And after the cool drink on the porch, why you always can go for a swim.