I snapped this photo at almost 9:00 this evening- it stinks, I know it. What you still might be able to see though is that the left side has been "picked" and the right side has been "massaged." It's a new gardening technique that I'm all about. O.k., not really but that's a little bit what it feels like.
Mr. Sophanne picked the whole area yesterday. I spent some time breaking up the big chunks of dirt and removing the weeds. Come to find it's really my favorite part of having the garden-the same was true last year. Sitting on blanket, gloves in the dirt, counting worms, and massaging earth. I am very tempted to save a corner of this little patch to just keep around to work at. Maybe even in the middle.
The thing is- when I first sat down to do it I did so with great intention and plans for "success and completion." I was going to get all of those green pieces that Mr. Sophanne laboriously dug up. After a few minutes, I realized that wasn't going to happen and it didn't have to. What a relief and then what a relaxing moment to just be sitting and playing in the dirt. I highly recommend it.
1 comment:
He picked the soil? does that mean he used a pick-ax to break it up? I do so admire your green thumbs!
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