by Margaret Atwood

Gardening is not a rational act.
What matters is the immersion of the hands in the earth, that ancient ceremony of which the Pope kissing the tarmac is merely a pallid vestigial remnant.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

 

Note: Today is the birthday of the Canadian writer Margaret Atwood, who was born on this day in 1939.


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