Friday, April 23, 2010
: warm earth :
when i reached down and touched the soil in my raised beds yesterday-- my fingertips sunk into the mound. the warm layers covered my hand. shimmied beneath my fingernails. the earth took on the qualities of silk. and i knew it was time to transplant my seedlings. oh the sincere joy it brought me to spend time in the dirt. to dig holes. and lay seed. and blast music from the ancient garage radio. and furiously journal all the details for reference.
i learned right away that planting forces you to trust the process. to trust that, with your guidance, seeds will sprout. and plants will grow. and the food will taste amazing.
there are so many considerations when growing your own vegetables-- it's immediate information overload. but i haven't been discouraged. no aspect of the process has felt like a burden.
it just feels right.