Yesterday was Earth Day. April 22nd each year marks the anniversary of the birth of the modern environmental movement and, since its foundation in 1970, has become a veritable juggernaut of activism and celebration for this little blue and green planet we call home. The significance of this day I'm sure is not lost on any of us who worship Earth as mother and to whom we look for the foundation of our spirituality.

While I did not participate in any of yesterday's organized activities, today I had my own private Earth Day because I literally got my hands in the Earth and planted flowers. Planting flowers may not seem like a very big deal to most people, but I can't remember the last time I had anything to do with flowers that didn't come delivered with a bow and a sentimental card. And actually digging in the dirt? Grabbing fists full of loamy soil and pushing it around plants? I'm a city girl - I just never did those things. That is why my morning of planting flowers and getting my hands in the soil and not caring a whit about how dirty my nails and my clothes got was such a monumental thing for me. And damn it felt good!

Today I was planting pansies. I had a couple of varieties, but my favorites were the tiny ones with cute purple and orange faces. Tomorrow I have some heather to plant, as well as some herbs and some vegetables.

Truly!

Posted by Angela-Eloise at 5:19 PM