Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Last night I put in a half dozen yews we purchased to act as a hedge. And the soil - Oh the soil! I have the kind of soil that makes me want to knock on the neighbors' doors and ask them, "Have you seen my soil? Come marvel at the crumb, the dark inky color, the ease with which I can move it."

I want to invite my gardening friends from Minnesota over so that I can dig a hole and we can all stare at it in silent appreciation. Nothing would need to be said as we all stood there, because we would all know that this is what soil is supposed to be like.

If I ever fall to my death while cleaning the gutters, I can only hope that I land face down in the dirt.


Ms. Huis Herself said...

This is, of course, NOT the dirt in the area in which we have our garden. THAT dirt is only ok, with a hard-packed layer of gravel not far below. Plus, you know, with lots and lots of rocks. *sigh*

Christopher Busta-Peck said...

Y'know, you really should have labeled this post "Not Safe For Work". Talk of soil like that... it inspires jealousy and more.

Bungalow Monster said...

That was hilarious. I laughed out loud. Thanks. However, you may be a bit too intimate with your soil.

Pusher said...

First the glorious compost pile, now this. Stop making me so jealous!

(...I'm totally going to make you show me your soil next time we visit.)