I went to a seedy saturday yesterday and had a lot of fun. Folks bring lebelled seed packets and lay them out for anybody to take some. You grow out your goodies and return seed in the fall. I brought Hopi squash, green fruited pollinated with orange fruited, gave them all away. I took home brown beans, purple tomatoes and some kind of round red beets. New toys. Gotta love seedy saturdays...a lot of old varieties gotten out into circulation, a lot of new play toys for gardeners
Lucky you, to be retired. Had I not been so profligate in my "earning years", I might also be retired (no regrets; I had fun; I just never expected to survive so long). Whatever, I expect to die in my field, overcome by sun, while digging my own grave; the neighbors have been instructed to come kick some soil over me, if the breeze gets too whiffy.
There was an item on NPR about a gang of bank-robbers in Germany, all old guys, who'd robbed ~12 banks; they'd nearly gotten caught the last time because, getting away, they'd had to keep stopping so they could pee! Coot Power!
The point was made that old people don't get bad (an arguable point), but that bad people get old (indubitably).
"Yesterday is history; tomorrow is mystery; today is a gift, that's why it's called the present." E. Roosevelt "If the world is to end tomorrow, I would plant an apple tree today" Martin Luther