Yet, I do believe that green thumb has actually been dormant within me. Over the years of my city living the plants I would have in my homes would actually thrive. Hmmmm.
Now I have a house in the country and with it I've inherited numerous hedgerows, flower beds, walkways, bird baths, bird feeders...and all of them need attending. Yesterday afternoon after restlessly viewing the remnant autumn leaves in the front gardens I finally picked up a rake and started raking. I was surprised at how quickly the motions came back to me...the raking, the cleaning of the tines of the rake, the rustle of the leaves as I worked. By late afternoon I had accomplished a lot and blisters were on the border of forming...so I stopped.
...then I poured myself a glass of wine and rested in the warm sunshine viewing my little "kingdom" and knew that all was well and that I would do well in my "wee little house in the woods."