Saturday, April 4, 2009
One of my favorite things at the P-Patch today was listening to all the sounds a shovel makes. The yielding "whoosh" as my foot pushes it straight down into the earth. The dull thud as it hits a rock. The distant clang-y scrape as someone in another patch hits the sidewalk. The marimba of tools as I hang the shovel in the shed and it hits all the other shovels, which activate the rakes, which jostle the cultivators.