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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Gardening gloves

I really should wear my gardening gloves. My hands are sore. There is dirt under one of my nails, dirt I cannot seem to get rid of (maybe I should start painting my nails so I dont see it? Nah). I have two new scratches on my right hand, my weaker hand.

I really should wear my gardening gloves. But I love getting my hands dirty. I love the feel of the soil in my hands. I love the smell of it, so heady with rich humus. I cradle the transplants in my hands, careful not to compact the roots as I put them in the wagon for safe-keeping.

I really should wear my gardening gloves. I spread a tarp on the grass and wield my spade. Shovel the wonderful soil onto the tarp, warm friction on my palms. Lift the frame for the flower bed and move it 10 feet, and a crack in the wood snags my hand. Blood, warm and salty in my mouth as I suck on the wound.

I really should wear my gardening gloves. One of the half-dozen pairs sitting on the shelf above the loppers and the spades.

But I won't.

2 Comments:

Blogger Paul Mitchell said...

Are you saying that you should wear your gloves?

9:29 PM, July 19, 2005  
Blogger musafir said...

I have been saying that to myself for many years. Yet I often get involved in gardening chores without putting on gloves. It is not dirt under finger nails that bother me but the soil's corrosive effect on skin, especially during the cold weather.

4:06 PM, July 21, 2005  

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