Abdominal surgery creates a challenging dilemma for gardening addicts like me. Recovery takes months and unfortunately gardening is not a recommended activity during this period. It does make sense when you think about it. All that bending and reaching must squash and stretch the muscles so much more than a sedate walk down the street.
But the resulting conflict is truly terrible. Do I
A. feed my soul and risk my body? or
B. starve my soul of all gardening activities (look but don't touch) and look after my body?
B is clearly the rational, sensible, logical course of action. After all, it's only for a few months, blah, blah, blah ...
Why oh why is it sometimes so hard to be a rational, sensible, logical human being?