I think of you as a sensitive old soul. Someone wise beyond their years.
You hit me with that right as I am feeling a bit decrepit. My shame at the state of my front garden got to the point yesterday (my neighbour should enter the garden show), that I went out and hacked at stuff for an hour or so last evening.
I am sore in strange places today and apparently gardening doesn't affect me the way it does some people; I am not relaxed by it, nor do I feel any sense of accomplishment.
I think I need to do some stretchy yoga type things.