There is nothing more wonderful than picking something you grew and then eating it, cooking it or giving it to an appreciative friend. To bad you can't bottle that kind of feeling. It would be a better pick me up than the mood elevating herb St. John's Wart. I dare say it would last longer.
Maybe what I'm really talking about is just playing. Kids play in the dirt; kick it, sculpt it, throw it, build with it and chase things in it. Maybe I'm reliving a part of my childhood when I 'let' myself play in the dirt for awhile. I can put things where I want, be creative and artistic with trinkets, use tools to construct and destroy and if I'm lucky it adds beauty to my environment for awhile. I'm lucky to live in a green part of the country. Where trees, grass, flowers and critters abound. I don't have to do much to enjoy nature. I think if I lived in the desert that would be a different matter. I'd probably have to have one of those inside gardens. Something with trees and walkways. Here I just have to sit on my porch and enjoy. I feel pretty lucky. In the summer I can hear the birds chirping and the rustling of small animals moving through the trees and grass hunting for food. I can hear the trickle of a small nearby stream and somehow, everything is alright. So maybe the puttering in the dirt is just my bodies way of making sure I stay close to nature. Either way...there's nothing like having your fingers in the dirt.




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