The other day I was at SAMs doing the normal shopping. I was casually walking, checking things out as I went towards checkout station #4. And it came like a ton of bricks! The smell of dirt! That's right D I R T. I could not fill my lungs fast enough with this intoxicating smell. I followed my nose to a small, a very small, display of Spring bulbs. You know the kind in such a tiny amount of soil you wonder how they survive? Yeah that kind. I was weak. I succumbed to the allure of the display and came home with a box of "shade loving" plants.
Now for my confession. Until that day, I had no idea I was a dirt-a-holic. Yes, I often play in the dirt, smushing it in my hands, allowing it to sift through my fingers, patting it down around a new plant and yes, enjoying the aroma.
I wonder if there are support groups for such a problem. Hmmmmm
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