I am definitely going through withdrawal and could use a hit of soil under the nails

Wendell Berry entitled his poem The Man Born to Farming, but I have renamed it The Woman Born to Fardening.

The grower of tree, the gardener, the man born to farming,
whose hands reach into the ground and sprout,
to him the soil is a divine drug.  He enters into death
yearly, and comes back rejoicing.  He has seen the light lie down
in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn.
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