The weather has been so nice here in Austin lately. Cool mornings turn into to warm and sunny afternoons. It’s the perfect time of year to be outside. I like to dig in the dirt and dream about the vegetable garden to come.
Dave and I have been working in the yard, slowly taking out strips of the neglected, yellowed lawn to put in garden beds for vegetables and ornamentals. Every time I go to the hardware store for compost, manure or mulch, I visit the racks of discounted plants and bring home an assortment of scraggly things. Dave brings home a new tool. Time will tell if this particular approach to landscaping pans out.
I’ve had the sense, ever since I was a kid, that digging and planting and communing with dirt was good for me. It wasn’t just that I liked it, but I had a knowing that digging holes nurtures an aspect of me in a way I really need. Since I’ve learned some things about Āyurveda, the sister science of yoga, it makes more sense. I have a lot of air and space in my system. I get cold easily, my body is really flexible, and I have dry skin. I tend toward anxiety and loneliness. My mind and my mood is changeable. Earth balances all of that out, I guess. Āyurveda describes earth as cool, stable, heavy, dry, rough, gross, dense, dull, clear and hard. I think that I’ve been able to see that earth is good for me.
If I take a photo a few years from now and my front yard doesn’t look like the cover of a home magazine, it’ll be okay. I like the process of gardening and I like watching things grow. I like being close to the ground, smelling dirt, looking at bugs and roots and using my body to dig, use tools and move rocks around. I like eating food that came right off of the plant and into the kitchen. I like connecting to the sunlight, the water, the earth and the magic of all that potential that is contained in one little seed. And, I must admit, I get a lot of pleasure from buying things that have been dramatically marked down.