ABSTRACT
Kim Schmidt put down her spade and rubbed her shoulder once again. She must be getting old, she thought. Although 44 didn't seem old to her mind, her body was feeling the years. Her shoulder, in particular, seemed to hurt all the time anymore. She was never going to get any gardening done the way it was feeling. She had planned on getting all the impatiens planted before her youngest kids got home from school, but reluctantly decided that the rest of the flowers would have to wait until tomorrow.
