I spent the weekend working outside. I hoed. I dug. I planted. I created beauty. There is something therapeutic about dirt. About digging, and planting life. About being in touch with the earth and nature. It is never good to be too far removed from the earth… to spend too much time with concrete and too little time with rich soil… and for me it has been far too long. To a large extent, I have put living on hold for the last two years… to study, because it was necessary. It was necessary, but it was not good… and I feel as if I’m just starting to live again… to breathe again. This is, for me, a time of rebirth.
I am tired and sore, with just a touch of sun burn… and my yard is beautiful. There are plants and flowers, fresh mulch and lots of roses. It is good.
i’m going to miss doing the yardwork this year. i’m in a rental house now after selling my house. i walked by the old house a couple weeks ago and saw that the new owners had ripped out all of the landscaping i had put in. i was pleased to see some tulips and a couple other flowers pushing up where i’m living now right now though… maybe its not all lost in this little duplex.
enjoy the work, and the rewards.
much love,
tuf
I love growing plants, but for some reason, I hate getting my hands dirty… Weird, I know. But then, that shouldn’t be even the slightest bit surprising…
Tuf – get some large pots and plant things in them… You can get the gardening bug out of your system, and can even take the pots with you if you have to move again.
laura – good point, i guess not all is lost, eh?
and for the record, the dirty hands drives me nuts too. i plant with plenty of rags close by to keep wiping up my hands, but its a losing battle.
much love,
tuf