Why is gardening good for the soul?
Posted by cacophony in : My life , 9 comments 
As of Saturday, my wee Westgarth terrace has a compost heap. It’s nothing special (and it certainly ain’t pretty) but it makes me feel good to look at it, doing its composting thing in the corner of my little yard. I’m looking forward to using it to create a springtime vegie garden.
Recently, I’ve spent most weekends out there, cutting back the vines that had taken over my garden. In fact, it was so overgrown when I moved in that I couldn’t tell where the pavers stopped and the dirt began. Now it has been tamed somewhat, it’s actually a nice place to spend time in, especially while gardening.
Which brings me to my question: why does it make us feel good to tend our gardens? Why is digging in the dirt good for the soul?
…and then there was one
Posted by cacophony in : My life , 4 comments 
Well, I’m joining LadyChaos in the Newly Single Club. No sympathy, thanks. I’m actually doing ok.
I’ve discovered though, at least for the moment, that I quite like my life without someone in it to distract me from my music, my books and my garden - and my neuroses, for that matter. I’m happy to spend some time alone for now.
So my question is: how do I stop myself from becoming so used to my independence and self-reliance that I shut prospective lovers out of my perfect life?
“Dinner on Friday? Oh, I have to wash my hair…”
