dig

Digging of various sorts happened at the weekend. A bit of harvesting and planting; rummaging in the earthen side of a slope in our woods that functioned as a broken crockery depository in the glory days of the manor house; and looking for flints in the earth excavated by badger and fox. There's something so satisfying about putting things into earth and taking them out. Bulbs that hunker in the soil until you forget that they're there and appear just when you'd stopped believing that spring would come. Garlic that warms winter dishes. Flints and bits of pottery that offer a little moment into another world. Just pottering about, all digging at this and that, there's satisfaction in dirt.  

Comments

[ginny]

i like dirt! very satisfying! hope you got my email , would love to meet up xx

[Denise | Chez Danisse]

I haven't had a garden in a while now. You have me missing my lemon tree, my composting worms, my bean teepees, my arugula... Enjoy your digging.

[little house]

you have me missing your garden! I'm transported. And yearn for even one lemon tree ..