Lilacs

There is a bunch of dead lilacs in a jug on my table. There is no way that I can carry the jug (half full of brackish water) from the living room to the kitchen sink whilst on crutches. If I take the dead flowers out they will drop old petals on the floor which I can't vacuum. Getting up the garden steps and the sloping, overgrown lawn is another challenge and then there is the precarious balancing act of holding one crutch and trying to cut anything that will look nicer than dead lilac. Scissors tucked into the waistband of my skirt is risky. Mobile tucked into my bra is another matter. The little things in life are sometimes more difficult than the big things.