It was cold yesterday. Well, cold-ish. Too cold for sitting in the garden watching the world not going by. You had to be moving.
A bit warmer today, but not much. So I kept moving. Last night Neil from Platinum Physiotherapy presented a webinar event on keeping fit mentally and physically during the current strange times. I’d planned on not doing anything much until it had all gone away, but things are looking like they could stretch out for weeks, or months, so being inactive is not a wise option.
I cleared the patio a bit. Might get the mat out. Watch a bit of pilates. Always liked pilates. I should really do more.
And I’m keeping my Garmin on all the time now. Normally I don’t get excited about step counts, sleep hours, calories burned etc, but if there was ever a time for Moving when your garmin says Move!, then this is probably it. I’m not quite sure how it works out when I should move, after how much inactivity, and how much I have to move before it thinks I’ve moved enough, and won’t pester me for a while. But it’s a good kick up the backside. Little and often. I’ll give that mantra a try.
I tried moving round the garden. I tried running round the garden. This works, after a fashion, but it’s a bit steep and windy, so I’m thinking more “obstacle course” perhaps. Rather than ignore the climbs, I can include some steps and treat them as part of a fitness circuit. My ‘lap’ of the garden works out around 45 metres. I can work with that.
When I wasn’t working where I could do a lunge or two, or perhaps even a calf-raise – I like calf-raises – I chased a bee and looked at a plant.
I’m pretty sure it was a buff-tailed bumblebee (Bombus terrestris), and maybe a queen. I’m still pretty clueless about bees but they’re fascinating creatures. This big bee was not looking for flowers, but instead rummaged around amongst the buttercups and cleavers as if looking for a nest site. Nest? Do bees have nests? Hive maybe.
The herb patch is a bit of a wasteland. I keep thinking about growing from seed, I try it, then remember that I have neither the patience nor interest to faff around with seeds. So it’s plug plants usually. Some with more success than others. Too cold for basil sadly, and last year’s tarragon didn’t amount to much.
But a lovage plant that we bought locally years ago absolutely loves it. Lovage is the sort of plant I like. I like Plants with Attitude, and it never fails to fascinate me the way some plants die down to invisibility over the winter, then, when the spring sunshine comes along, they go absolutely bonkers.