Archive for March, 2015


Wednesday, March 11th, 2015

Today I plowed up a quarter-acre of our grey clay. It’s not so great, on its own, for growing peas and cantaloupes. So I work with it. I turn under crops and bring in truckloads of mulch. Sometimes I even fertilize.

I like heavy work to exhaustion. My wife likes to plant flowers in newly turned soil. So I go out and move dirt. She comes along and adds beauty to it.

She’s fun to watch, moving around in the sunlight. Sad old love songs make no sense. I’ve been with her since the earth began. We rub up against each other and new things grow.

It’s impossibly rare, this friendship with my wife. I can close my eyes and remember how I loved her when we met. I can open them and love her like we just did.