Can you be the type of gal that wears stilettos and plants a garden? Maybe so.
Planting season is coming. Fresh is coming. For me, that means getting pretty dirty!
There's something about the dirt in our bottom land, the rich, earthy
smell of newly plowed ground. Even our lab-a-like Eddie knows there's
something down in that dirt, as he roams between the furrows and around
the edges. Is he looking for the movement of a lizard or field mouse or
is it the soft padding underneath his pads that stirs his soul?
I know why the yearly planting ritual stirs mine: the smell of the ground, the
potatoes that will be sprouting eventually, the lettuces, the rattle snake green beans
to come, the tomatoes, the tomatoes, the salsa.
If you don't have a plot of land, or would like to step outside your
door and load up on fresh vegetables, try a hay bale garden. This is on
my garden bucket list. Talk about something to talk about when you
have a few friends over for dinner.
Here's a link that may
inspire you to garden a different way...
You can do it on concrete as well...
I wonder if these well-heeled women have ever walked in a freshly plowed furrow of bottom
land? Try getting off the concrete every once in a while and in the dirt
a little more often, like Scarlett discovered. Diversify your portfolio. Grow something.
.
Yes, she was starving, but getting her hands dirty and planting her garden gave her a new sense of accomplishment too.
Grow a little, grow something, even while wearing your high heels.
Get a little
dirty.
