Hot Dirt!

Death and transformation in my life outside of the garden. And death and transformation in my garden outside of my life. I longed to be free in my garden. My garden longed to be free of me, it seems. After a few summers away from the garden, nature has gone wild and taken over. Raspberry bushes and Virginia Creeper vines have spread out way beyond their allotted space. I should have known better than to think that I could really control nature in any significant way.

But I feel blessed to get my toes back into the soil and grounded with the Earth. Hot dirt under my nails, on my knees, and even on my face. I am happy to be back!