Sunday, May 8, 2011
I spent most of today digging and planting, and it was rewarding in a way that I never would have understood as a boy or younger man. My mom now has colorful flower-beds to enjoy, and there are now flowers under my bird feeders. My little backyard vegetable garden now has two cherry tomato plants, plus cucumber plants. The vegetable garden doesn't get enough sun to really thrive, but I've been doing it for a few years now, and it always does well enough.
And it really is a sensual pleasure. Pushing a spade into the earth just has a feel to it, and turning over the earth just has a smell to it. Preparing the beds just so, and tamping in the plants has a tactile component that I enjoy. Also, it just feels good to get out in the sun and work and sweat. It's good honest work, and gives me a feeling of connection with the Earth that I don't get any other way.
As sensual pleasures go, it doesn't rival the touch of a lover, but it's really good in its own way.