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This is the time of year when I wake up every morning grumpy and sore, and I think I might be coming down with something. But the air is sweet, so I go out, and as soon as I start touching things I am absorbed in the garden. I garden, resentful of interruptions, until I notice that it's getting dark. Then I notice how sore I am and wonder why I didn't stop.

But there is so much to do! Right now it is mostly pulling weeds, picking up dog poop, and clearing away some of the leaf litter. One new raised bed, photos on instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/CqbcuDZJ5bm/ (Scroll back to see previous steps.)

I love touching soil. It's not as good as fur, or baby skin, but it is up there. I know most people don't like weeding, but... why? I mean, why do it if you don't want to, but also, pushing your fingers in the soil, grooming it, pulling out the plants you don't want and cherishing the ones you do, how can you resist?

I remember reading a book by someone who claimed that evolution has shaped us to be put into flow state by running, in order to succeed at hunting. Not me. I know jesse_the_k experiences flow while swimming, but me, I have never not wanted to stop swimming. I think evolution shaped me, through the gathering part of hunting and gathering, to be a gardener.

Yesterday was a snow day, so I rested. I ache less but I hope tomorrow is a gardening day.