As I fell into the flowerbed and then rolled (over rocks and mud) until hitting the parking lot curb, I realized that this landscaping section was terribly steep. I had no business climbing around and reaching for weeds, and steepness had never bothered me before now. This was so irritating! I could not stop myself from falling over. I was so glad I was the only one there and had no witnesses to my frailty.
I thought. It turned out that one of the Elders did see me tumble. After ensuring I was OK, he entered the Kingdom Hall, returned with some tools, and began pruning the rose bushes that lined our stairs from the parking lot to the front door. I was happy to see this because they needed a good prune, but my snippers were forgotten at home.
It wasn’t until bedtime that twinges of soreness poked at me. My torso and scraped elbow told me I would feel the aftermath of my fall tomorrow. Bruises would begin to surface.
I was wrong. I think the fact that I directed my fall and rolled instead of fighting kept me from serious harm. That, and the flower bed soil was very soft. The day was warm and hot, and the soft dirt made me want to nap. A nap was not in the cards because I was upside down and lying on a rock.

Oh, and there was a witness, remember?
TTFN
