Harvest Moon, IRL
So, first day of the community gardens. Went out this afternoon, so I could put in snow peas and turnips. I hate turnips, but Hil likes them, so...turnips in. Put down some onion sets, I have a hankering for green onions, and man, yeah, I like green onions. Going back tomorrow, if only so I can start some beets.
The plots that Hil and I are sharing (because hells bells if I want to haul water every single day(lesson learned from Harvest Moon, Water, EVERY day)), are funny, apparently, our plots are on a hill side, with a very gradual slope, which means, I'm going to make some effort into terracing them. Is that the right word? But, I get to till, and that will be fun. Man with a motor, vroom vroom.
But, there's something cathartic about digging in the dirt. I realized, as I was turning the earth with a shovel, and using a hoe to build rows, that thousands of years ago, my ancestors were doing the same thing. Not with fancy tools like mine (scoff), but with maybe a stick, and poking holes in the dirt, dropping seeds that had been saved from a long winter, and praying that they sprouted so they didn't have to go wrestle a saber toothed tiger for dinner. It was very...peaceful, and fun. Even with the snow flurries.
yes, it snowed. In April. I called that an official three dances moment. I mean, I'm on my knees, pushing sugar snap pea seeds into the earth, when a white fleck flies by my face. I look up, and then, Paff! a whole herd of the sunsabeaches comes flying around, dancing, and teasing me, asking me what the hell I'm doing out there.
Growing my dinner, I says, brushing the dirt from my knees, and thinking, b'jeebus, I hope these peas come up, because...I like peas.
And, thus was my way of dealing with missing the girl. Go dig in the dirt, go play in the earth.
And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain
yep.