my hands they are my own

Oddly enough I love to garden without gloves. Touching the earth, to me, is a beautiful thing. Obviously, I am not, nor will I ever be a girly manicure and coiff girl. That's okay with me. Dave and I worked for hours on the back yard and I am thrilled with the results. A lot of people believe that you have to be in or at a church to have a connection with God. I do not subscribe to this belief. When I was really filthy this Sunday digging in my potting soil, I felt an awesome connection. I am holding life. This rag tag little fuzzy ball of a bulb will end up being a beautiful flower, come summer. How wonderous a thing that is! At the end of the day when I glanced at my herb and mini vegetable garden, albiet small, I was filled with elation at the thought that I was going to be eating what I had grown, chemical free this summer. It just tastes sooo much better. (This year finds 2 types of lettuce, spinach, 2 kinds of peppers, cherry tomato, basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary, parsley, marjoram, chives, sage and something I am sure I have forgotten). If my attempt at canning pans out, I will be eating MY tomato sauce this winter and MY salsa this summer! I plan on drying the herbs to use as well. Lavendar will be added. I am riding a wave of glorious euphoria!! I do not need to be in or at a Church or even praying to feel close to God...I am closest when my hands are pocked with dirt and full of life! Go ahead, get dirty...it's a lot of fun and you might just find yourself smiling the whole while. and don't forget...help feed others not so fortunate!