earthy
Early in the morning, before the sun is up, I go out and water the odd rectangle of dirt that I have reclaimed as a garden, although the only things that seem to want to grow are peas and buttercups. The dog politely respects the boundaries of the plot, perhaps because it does not smell particularly interesting. I like to check on the peas, to see if they are climbing the frame of twigs I have set out for them. They seem to be, but it’s a slow business, and I am rather impatient. I expect I will lose interest before they blossom.