Just after I had taken this picture, I turned and hoisted one leg over the two foot high fence which surrounds the garden, and as I lifted the other foot to step over, my toe caught the top of the fence, and down I went. DANG! that hurt. I lay there on the dusty brown grass catching my breath and moving slowly to see if I had any serious injuries. My left shoulder, which is painful anyway, was telling me "that was stupid now you are going to pay" and I sure did.
It seemed I did not break anything so gingerly got to my feet and went inside to have Mr. C. brush the dirt off my back. Mr. C told me that it was his job to fall down, one of us is enough to hit the dirt. Mr. C. had fallen out of the plum tree when he was attempting to cut a branch to use for cooking hotdogs over our campfire last week.
I am stiff and sore this morning, and am hoping as the day goes by, my stiffness will work itself out. I am getting way too old to be falling down!