I was flipping through my new Martha Stewart magazine and I noticed an article. It was called “Digging In” or it might have been called “Digging In, Touch” or “Touch, Digging In,” I really couldn’t tell by the design.
But it looked pretty.
Anywhoo, the article, by Stephen Orr, starts out, “I am a gloveless gardener.” The article has a beautiful photo by Thomas Straub of these wonderful weathered hands, suntanned beyond recognition, tugging on a young lettuce plant.
I read it. It was short—just one page. It was what you’d expect—how it’s better to feel the soil, and feel the firmness of fall bulbs, feel the roots of a plant when you are re-potting.
The article mentioned how clean soil really is and sometimes all you have to do to clean your hands is wash them with soil and water or just rub your hands together until the soil falls away and—voila—they are clean.
What has this guy been smoking?
Has he ever heard of MRSA or pinworm or centipedes or black widows or...THE DREADED...