I’m a fan of dirt, as a person who spent their childhood growing up in the country I pretty much had to be. There’s just something about it, something about the way it feels on my hands pressed deep beneath my finger nails defining the textures of my skin. It just feels good… feels right. Like holding a piece of the world in my hands, the real world, the natural world. With all the concrete and cement, tile floors and second story bedrooms I forget how rare it can be to actually touch the earth. To feel it… Skin to Nature… Nature to Skin…
So I plant. In my Tropical Suburban paradise I plant, one single terracotta pot, a small confinement of a little piece of nature, a pledge to not only live on this earth, but to try to remember to be a part of it as well.
So now I share it with you. My dirty nails typing away at clean electronics… This is my first Dirty Nail Blog!
…Now to get started…
.Potting soil.plants.terracotta pot.
.A few rocks to line the bottom(so all the dirt wont fall out the hole) and several inches of potting soil.
.Marigolds are some of my favorite garden flowers and they should stand tall against the wickedness of the slugs.
.Their roots are overgrown and ready to stretch each little cramped tendril into the expanses of rich fresh soil.
.Plant tags to be filed away for future reference.
.Arranged and waiting to be permanently placed.
.Lots of water to soak the soil and make all those constricted little roots grow.
Well not really THE END, only the beginning. With a little love and some Hawaiian luck my plants will flourish and grow encouraging me to expand and to always remember that the earth is home to all of us… and sometime it’s nice to take a moment and just go home…