Friday, March 29, 2013
The Soil Whisperer?
My BFF (yes, at 50 I am allowed to have a BFF) called me The Soil Whisperer the other day. I giggled at that and changed my middle name on facebook. It was a hoot.
Today, after work, I was sitting in my rickety gardening chair in the backyard mixing peat moss and top soil in my trusty garden cart. As I was running my fingers through the mixture of soil and moss, I caught myself saying something like, "I always forget how wonderful you smell, peat," under my breath.
I should back up a bit and point out that another dear friend called me 'Amender of Soil' last week which had also warranted a giggle and a name change on facebook. But, the difference is I already knew that was true. I had no clue about the whispering business.
Honestly. I didn't. Life is funny, sometimes. More often than not, my BFF points it out to me with one flappity hand.