I tease Mr. Granny on here a lot, but he really is a pretty good old guy. Yesterday, when he saw I was in such pain with my back, he moved all the seedlings into the shed, then came inside and cleaned the kitchen and washed the dinner dishes, while I soaked in the tub and then went to bed with the heating pad.
This morning he told me I walked like I had a board up my butt, so he moved the seedlings back out to the sunshine, cleaned up the wind storm mess from the front yard, mowed the lawn, helped me mix up a garden cart full of compost and peat moss for the tomato containers, and did the grocery shopping. He even brought me back a bag of jelly beans! Then he moved the seedlings back to the shed for the night.
Thank you, Mr. Granny. I'm glad I've kept you around for the last 48 years. Besides that, I need you to open the childproof cap on the ibuprofen bottle.
Predictions for the low thirties are now in the forecast. The local news says 31F tonight, which would equal the all time low temperature for May. If it gets that cold, my tomato plants probably won't survive. We do seem to have our own micro climate here, as our temperatures are usually a few degrees higher than the published ones. I hope that holds true for the next few nights. Between the pulled back muscle and the weather, Granny is beginning to get depressed.