A letter I received from my Mother-in-law earlier this spring. Enclosed with her note, a clipping long saved from Reader's Digest...Helen Hayes on her love of digging in the dirt.
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"All through the long winter I dream of my garden. On the first warm day of Spring I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar."
-Helen Hayes, 1992
My Mother-in-law was reminded of a poem by Archibald Rutledge from her copy of Deep River. Poet Laureate of South Carolina, his ancestral roots run deep in South Carolina, a firm foundation for the more than fifty books we wrote in his lifetime.....celebrating the low country, wildlife, and the natural world he loved so much.
An excerpt from that poem...titled Earth.
How wonderful is earth!
This soil of precious worth!
Though gold be gold, it has no life to give;
But in the furrow dark
There waits a vital spark
That whispers to the seed, "Awake and live!"
Published circa 1960, part of the collection below
The Complete Poems of Archibald Rutledge
Out of print, but a signed copy is available here for $400.
Hey MeMe...hold on to your copy!
Have a great weekend. I'll be in the dirt...planting begonias