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nearer, my friend, Soil I grew up on a small farm and that could explain my lifelong inclinations to gardening. But the affinity goes deeper than that: on a couple of occasions it was casually commented that I showed a "peasant’s life philosophy". I took it as a flattering although, very likely, it was done in a derogatory sense. To turn the soil, to plant seeds and watch plants growth, to harvest the fruits of your labor - is there a more direct way to belong somewhere? And now, in my advanced age, I realize yet one more advantage of gardening. There is no room for rational doubt that my physical and mental capabilities are reduced - professionally I am outdated and outplayed. I am not anymore there - where everything was so familiar I get along fine. The nightmare scenario, which cannot be completely ruled out, is that I don’t recog- nize the limits of bullishness of my post-professional activities. Here comes the gardening: all my gardening failures stay in-between the soil and me. Good, we are old friends. |
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