Tag: dirt
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Down In The Muck
Spring. With all its accompanying philosophies. “April showers bring May flowers.” Or E.E. Cummings, in his 1923 poem, “In Just”: “In Just–spring, when the world is mud luscious and puddle wonderful.” It all reflects a passion for the growth of new life in spring, and the joy of jumping in puddles as we all did…
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I Don’t Want To Get My Hands Dirty
When presented with the opportunity to plant little growing things, I’ll pass. Every time. Not only do I not enjoy gardening. I’m truly lousy at it. The things I plant tend to die. Quickly. So when entering a meeting where repotting root-bound plants was the focus of our time together, I cringed. I valued the…
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To Kill The Mocking Grass
I’m not a gardener by choice or design. I have a knack for killing things that are green and growing. I garden because we own a home. A necessary evil to stay in the good graces of our HMO. And the neighbors. Saturday we typically mow the yard. What I enjoy about that is it’s…
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A Dump By Any Other Name Still Reeks
Everybody has days where they feel a little off. Under the weather. Not quite right. Often it’s a bug of some sort–not the crawly kind, but the kind that gets in your gut and makes you feel nauseated. This is a great time of year for that. Rain, spiked temperatures, a petri dish for 24-hour…
Tip of My Iceberg 