Downsizing Thoughts – Dirt

This spring, at a party at the Cleveland Museum of Art, so we could all get to know each other better, everyone said something about her passion. To my surprise, and a little laughter, I said, “I love dirt.” But do I? How often do I stick my hands into the soil?

In the spring, I dig to plant geraniums. In the summer, I pull out weeds. In autumn, I scrape fallen leaves out from under Lenten roses.

Inside, dusting claims all seasons. Unmasks neglected treasures. Dusting, I discover a forgotten gift and coax out the memory with a soft cloth.