I've got another two weeks of turkey season between Massachusetts and New Hampshire, but given the peculiarities of New England, find my day ends at 1pm. So, on days I hunt, the afternoon shifts to the garden.
I think you hit the nail on the head when you say gardening is a microcosm of the natural world. By participating in it, you're forced to pay attention: to the hours of sunlight, the weather, the health of the soil, the pest and pollinators. Sure, you can just stamp blindly through with pre-potted plants and little effort -- but where's the fun in that!?
I've got another two weeks of turkey season between Massachusetts and New Hampshire, but given the peculiarities of New England, find my day ends at 1pm. So, on days I hunt, the afternoon shifts to the garden.
I think you hit the nail on the head when you say gardening is a microcosm of the natural world. By participating in it, you're forced to pay attention: to the hours of sunlight, the weather, the health of the soil, the pest and pollinators. Sure, you can just stamp blindly through with pre-potted plants and little effort -- but where's the fun in that!?
If it wasn't for the deer and the hail I'd be right out there digging in the dirt!
Love your headline too. I can dig it .
Thanks, Jenn. I was trying to fit in as many garden idioms as possible. It kind of stretched some creative muscle I didn't know needed stretching.