Dirt

I am moving in a matter of weeks. I won’t get to see this garden in its grown state. And I certainly will not be back to see if the landlord keeps it up (he’s not around that often). 
But there is a great deal of pleasure in settling the pinks and columbines and geraniums into their soft brown beds. I’d like them to bloom before I leave, but I don’t need to – the blooms in my imagination will be glorious.
I will water them and fuss over them because I can. 
And I spent ages cleaning the dirt from under my fingernails – and realized that it is a much healthier dirt than that which I have been slowly shucking off for the past months

how sad is this!

There is no joy at all in being the only MDiv this term. Last term there was only one as well. It is a sad state of affairs!