Small Town Simple

The Simplicity Adventures of a Mother and Daughter

Digging in the Dirt

Small Town Simple

I’m giving  the gardening thing another go!  My previous attempts over the years have fallen into the category of disaster, except for basil.  Basil I seem to be able to grow.  But I’ve never been able to achieve the results seen on magazine covers, blog posts or from various friends and relatives.  So, what’s a girl to do?  Try again.

Years ago I was talking with one of my aunts and I told her I had been planting some flowers, periwinkles to be exact.  She smiled her lovely and all-knowing smile and told me that digging in the dirt was very calming, very relaxing and we should all spend time with our hands in the soil.  In all honesty, I had never thought about flowers and dirt that way before.  I simply had an empty bed beside my house that was aching to be filled with something and preferably not weeds.  But to this day, every time I dig in the dirt I still think of her comment.

Since my yard has been reduced to an apartment patio, digging in the dirt is not an option.  But filling pots with tomato plants, pepper plants, oregano, sage and yes, basil plus a few flowers along the way still provides a comforting feeling.  Pots still need dirt, plants still need to be gently placed in that dirt, patted down, watered and tended to.  And I can happily say I purchased my tiny veggies and flowers from two local shops – one being a feed store that I pass on my way to work.  Every morning the store’s variety of vegetables and herbs sit out on the tall, concrete porch where they’ve rested all night.  Not behind a fence.  Nor behind a locked door.  Just sitting on their make-shift stands, waiting for a new day.  The second shop was found down a meandering rode that defied the concept of location, location, location.  The garden’s proprietor told me to let my basil go to seed at the end of the growing season and use those seeds to begin my new crop for next year.

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So whether it is one simple plant, and I recommend basil, a small patch of ground or a chunk of your backyard, give dirt a chance.  If I’m fortunate enough to actually produce something, my sweet grandson will come over and he will pick the bounty of sunshine’s effort.  And in the meantime, I have a lovely green space to enjoy a cup of coffee, watch a sunset or breathe in some fresh air.  That alone is a big payoff for digging in the dirt.

“No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.”   Thomas Jefferson

xo, Carolyn

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