getting my hands dirty
i blinked and we're halfway through the year. i should be used to this by now, the speeding up of time as i get older, but it surprises me every dang year.
i helped my mom out with some gardening in the afternoon. well, some preparing to be able to garden. is that still counted as gardening?
my job was to throw bulging bags of soil into the planter box as she cut plus signs across the plastic so i could pour the contents out. we repeated this for seven more bags which i was more than willing to do to make up for my long hiatus from exercising (i was sick for a month and have only started recovering). it felt a lot like baking; i imagined i was making the crust for a gigantic oreo cheesecake. the shovel to break up the clods of dirt was like a spatula, the rake to loosen and level the mixture a fork, and my hands to dig holes... my hands. however, unlike baking where i prefer to have no barrier between my fingertips and the ingredients, i couldn't even be out there without gloves. i do not, did not want dirt under my nails nor to touch a bug nor to see a worm - all three things that happened. i still enjoyed it. we planted a cucumber plant, some peppers and tomatoes, and strawberries. i hope we find some leafy greens for the remaining empty spots!
how my vitamin d deficiency was crying out. i literally needed to touch grass lol. no complaints because boy, was it therapeutic.
now will gardening become a hobby? i don't know yet, but it is very up my alley. the tactile aspect of having to work with my hands and the mental focus it requires that isn't too challenging but done best in quiet focus, i'm not sure how i didn't get into it sooner. it's up to the seasons now. if we get a true summer, you can find me out there happily digging some more.