I am learning some limits and and accepting a few limitations as the reality of just how far my get-up-and-go got up and went.
So, I am good for about 40-45 minutes of sustained movement, a day! lol — whether it’s tidying up, weeding, planting, or even walking. And even that may be an exaggeration!

Or, so I hope!
Once upon a time I really could lose track of time gardening — until we lived in Dallas. Even on a good day, the sun’s power in Big-D would be an alarm: Time to QUIT.
Now it’s the calendar.
In Maryland, more than 20-25 minutes even early morning in July through early September deplete me of more charm than is safe to lose. However, gardening after the sun sets, is not so bad — but then I can’t see!
Which brings me to a new limitation on my housekeeping/gardening skills: cataracts.
The dust bunnies have to be pretty big for me to see them swirling under the furniture.
But this maturing film over my eyes gives me more pause . . . is it affecting how I see colors and shapes?
Well, duh. The health of our eyes — especially for artists — is a big deal!
Cataracts affected Monet! (Monet and Cataracts) It is, however the aftermath of their removal, when other problems might be more clearly seen and understood that are sobering: Ten Ways VISION IMPAIRMENT Influenced Classical Artists
Aha, I’ve got a new wrinkle in my autumn’s garden to tend — a few new limits perhaps and for now a few more limitations.
If we were blind for one day each year, how we would enjoy the other three hundred and sixty-four. ~Isaac Asimov
I can’t imagine how I would be faring in Ukraine, today! Or Syria, Guatemala, Baltimore; or Yemen, or Afghanistan, the Sudan or Ethiopia.
Wouldn’t it be an exhilarating tonic for the soul to take a moment to appreciate the simple, good things in life which are so bountiful. . . .? ~Author unknown, c.1949
Finally, a friendly warning from blogger is a the best limitation I am learning:
Don’t let yourself slip into believing that growing older will magically confer you some gift of godliness. ~ Tim Challis: Random Words of Advice

Age can bring sage or rage: sad truth some days as I age.
Sage or Rage == thanks for the reminder of choices we do have sweet lady