I suppose I should also include the finger . . .
Hobbling around on a broken lower limb makes sense if activity levels are lowered, but a broken wrist? Yep. I didn’t go out scrambling on the trails nearby for the simple fact that I am right-handed, and if I started to take a tumble, the right hand is the dominant one. Four weeks, five weeks later, a rather sedentary lifestyle, and I am sore as hell after going out to the local botanical garden, looking for the flowers I have been missing on my usual weekly jaunts.
Gardens change every day, and certainly after 5 weeks, a lot. Spring is now in bloom and I was so happy to see so many flowers, wild and domestic, native and foreign. A lot of work has been done, too, in the garden itself. A new gate on one side. Cleared brush and hillsides. New plants, new labels. Sheer heaven!
Yesterday I felt like a drunk all day, tottering around on extremely sore legs. Oh, well! A bit better today. And, a few flower photos, too. 
Ink, Yarn & Beer 