I have been getting dirt-y a lot these last couple of weeks! Sometimes I forget to put garden gloves on and then my nails pay the price. I guess in some ways, I’m a bit of a tomboy. Playing in the dirt always came naturally to me.
Yesterday I got semi-pinned under a wheelbarrow full of garden soil. My hands were free, but I couldn’t lift the barrow off of me, as I was on a bit of a hill, too. I texted my husband, who of course didn’t see my requests for help until an hour and a half later.
Apparently it only took me 8 minutes to wriggle my legs out. I thought it was about 30 minutes that I was trapped. I’m glad it was only a wheelbarrow and not a tractor. Bruised but not terrible. My wrist is still messed up, and somehow managing to get the wheelbarrow off of my legs, tweaked it again. I think this will take a few more weeks to heal up. I plan to work through it. I can’t very well do all this work left-handed, so it will just have to be a slow heal.
I couldn’t handle wheelbarrows either when they decided to be recalcitrant.
We use a gorilla cart.
I ‘ll get an image of it when I’ m on my computer at home.