For as long as I can remember I have enjoyed the smell of freshly dug earth. The cool feel on my hands and feet is pure relaxation and the musty damp odor clears my mind. Weird...I know.
On a warm spring or summer day, heck, on any day I try to find a reason to dig even the smallest of holes. Sometimes I replant flowers in pots, sometimes I switch shrub locations just to get my hands into the cool damp earth.
I find a certain tranquility in hearing the crunch of ground breaking under the pressue of a shovel piercing the weathered top layer of soil. And I loose track of time listening to the swoosh, swoosh of the shovel blade carving out the looser soft layers beneath.
Digging is "me" time; time I listen to the world around me--NO phones, NO emails, NO fax, just me, the warm sun and all of nature. I know most people would rather have "me" time at a spa but I can say I'm just not one of those people.
Why, you may ask, am I sharing so many thoughts about dirt and digging? Because Craig and I have purchased plants to landscape the pool and backyard. I am looking forward to a few afternoons of "me" time . So with a little luck and a whole lot of sweat we should have a tropical backyard by this weekend.
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Good luck with all the digging. Hey, when you're finished can you come visit and bring your shovel; we have a lot of me time potential around here!
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