When talking to a friend this morning I mentioned to him how organic farming and gardening seems to follow me wherever I go. He said there could be worse things. True.
I suppose it's not freakish to think the smell of wet earth fills my spirit with joy when considering the work that I do. I mean, it would be awful if it repulsed me!
And yet, as odd as I am, I fight going back into the field of organic farming. Maybe I need a change? Maybe after 20 years, I need to find another passion? Maybe. In this economic environment, everyone is morphing into something else. Businessmen have been reduced to working at Starbucks for heaven's sake, and they love it! Change is good. Healthy. Smart.
Why then am I finding it so difficult? Not the thought of it - the actual doing it! Everywhere I go. Be it hospitals, or schools, or individual homes - the conversation always gets around to organic something or other. Then there I am talking the talk. One thing leads to the other, and I suddenly find myself organizing their flower beds, and recommending the right seeds, and before I know it, out come the books, and I am soiled again! Forgive the pun, I couldn't resist.
Generally speaking, I usually like to have my hands in lots of different pots. It makes for a much more exciting experience. Then again, what could be more exciting than to nurture nature and to help others do the same?
Nothing!
Off I go then to muddy up my hands and sprout little bulbs of happiness. See what I mean? Almost couldn't stop myself. Those organic roots... once they've taken hold, they ain't never letting go!
I suppose you can say I'm deep-rooted in organic agriculture. As my friend said, there could be worse things!
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