love had me heels over head

Below is the last "landscaped" area that needed attention at Sarah's. I didn't get to it because it's on a slope that seemed to always be in the sun and it was blazing hot. Monday evening, after it cooled down I took her there to point out the poison ivy so she could avoid it. And so she would know what to show the girls to stay away from. We hadn't been there 30 seconds before her cat, Chico, came and rolled in the ivy. Knowing that the oils can transfer from the leaves to a pet's fur to people, protective mom and grandma mode kicked in and we decided to attack this last stronghold. I already had the rash so she held the garbage bag as I dived in and began pulling, handling the enemy as cautiously as I could. She had kindly purchased a small stool for me to sit on because that makes pulling weeds easier than stooping over or sitting on the ground. I worked my way from the bottom to the top. I was about midway up when I came across a particularly stubborn root. I stood to get more leverage and pulled. I am not sure exactly what happened, but I think I stepped back to get a better foothold. And things began to go down hill. Literally. I stumbled over the stool and my next step I tripped over a concrete flower pot which led to me being off balance and as I windmilled my arms to try and recapture my balance gravity took over and pulled me backward. I stepped on a landscape paver and it tilted, then I tilted and fell. Sarah had turned her back for just a second to grab something and when she turned back around all she saw was me falling heels over head down the bank. I could hear her "mom, are you okay-ARE YOU OKAY...what happened? are you okay?..." When I came to a stop she was standing over me within seconds, continuing the questioning. She was scared almost spitless. I was belly laughing-and I had the root in my hand! The victory was mine! After assuring I was not injured, she asked "What in the world happened? Did you do a backward somersault?" I told her I didn't know what happened. We have laughed and laughed over this for 24 hours.

 We tried to reenact the sequence of events, as she saw them. I will spare you the photo of me sitting on the stool. Trust me, nobody needs to see that view. 

The belly laughs we've shared make the fall, 

the rash 

and the sweat equity worthwhile.