On Friday I created a garden. The owner of the house where I live designated a 12-by-20-foot area in the front yard for a garden, but in the three years I have lived here, it has only been a pile of dirt-- actually several piles of dirt that were dumped there when she found people willing to give her some good topsoil or manure or compost. She is away on vacation so I hope she doesn't mind that I spent about 6 hours turning over all the soil, mixing it up, raking it out, and creating a lovely space for a vegetable garden. It took all afternoon, and I am still sore, two days later.
On Saturday, I had several things to do, including a four-mile run, which felt great. I also attended a delightful and informative talk by poet Alice Kociemba at the Falmouth Arts Center. I learned some tips about getting poetry published.
In the evening I bought seeds and a few plants, but I got home too late to plant them. Today--Sunday--I had church and a lunchtime meeting with my friend Dan, followed by the Sangha. Then another friend invited me over for dinner, so I still haven't planted anything. Tomorrow I shall plant some vegetables in my new garden.
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