Take Off the Gloves and Live

Gloves are not meant for garden work.

How can you feel the plants, the dirt, the wetness of the soil

with glove-protected hands?

Your hands must be stained, laced with tiny cuts from briars,

black with good garden dirt.

You need to feel the softness of a rose’s petals,

the coarse stems of unwanted weeds,

to really know a garden.

You need to feel things,

get dirty, dig in, feel the soil,

know the smell of earthworms

and the damp dark that brings the life.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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