Earth Therapy For Me

The strangers came and went into the house. I barely noticed; my dirt had just been delivered. A truck load of rich, black, northern Iowa farm soil. I threw myself down and laid in it for a bit, soaking it up. I love earth more than most; dirt therapy keeps me happy. I will make two gardens out of it eventually, but right now At this second I am lying in my fine dirt, resting my eyes. My husband told me later the strangers were looking. In a few months this earth would be a garden of vegetables. Carrots, cucumbers, radishes, squash, peas, and lettuce. There might be a bit of renegade corn, as it came from Iowa. But at this second I lay on the earth, feeling her love. My opened after a bit and I began to plan. The other garden would be flowers. Geraniums, marigolds, roses. I reached for my sketchbook and began to make a list. I laughed at myself; it was a joyful day.