Dirt – A Love Story
It's everywhere! We scrub it off our hands, our shoes, our personae. We think: clean = good, dirt = bad. Even gardeners succumb to dirt-riddance -- we clean our gardens in the spring! But I'm telling you -- dirt is your friend, not your enemy.
Here's why.
Get Smart - Eat Dirt!
Dirt harbors essential micro-organisms (like bacteria and fungi). "Yikes!", you shriek, "That's a good thing?". Not just good, essential. Soil scientists say each gram of soil (less than a teaspoonful) contains over 1,000,000,000 microbes (1 billion!), hosting over 10,000 different species. Here's what some of these buggers do:- grow our crops,
- convert wastes into compost,
- deliver vitamins to plants (in the "rhizosphere"),
- kill insects,
- consume toxic waste (like oil spills), and
- create soil in the first place
When soil is first made, for example after a volcano, some nutrients are missing, including nitrogen and carbon. Therefore, the first organisms to colonize the soil are generally nitrogen fixers and photosynthesizers that fix carbon. [DLC-ME]Furthermore, a study conducted by researchers Dorothy Matthews and Susan Jenks at The Sage Colleges (Troy, NY) suggests that soil-borne germs play a role in reducing anxiety and enhancing learning. The study attracted lots of coverage, like "Can Bacteria Make You Smarter?" (Science Daily) and on Radio Netherlands "The Dirt Show". Here the two researchers pose with dirt martinis (yuk!). Anyway, get smart -- eat dirt!
I well recall the time that you and I, in Kew Gardens, involuntarily stopped stock-still to admire a wondrous pile of ‘dirt’ all warm and brown and rich and about to be spread on beds by the Kew Gardens gardeners. x Susan
I think that was after my dirt relationship began. How else could I have been so smitten by the London scene!?
I am guilty of the same love. To me, there is nothing quite like that first day in May when I get a burst of energy to build a new garden. I usually spend all weekend plotting, planning, digging and planting, though not always in that order. My old shovel (stolen from the accidental gardener’s shed) old, dull and rusting, gets the job done every time. Without fail I can be found at the end of the day just sitting in the middle of my new torn up parcel of land, resting my muscles and taking in the beautiful smells of the warm earth. That first weekend in May where my excitement and creativity meet dirt…. well, there’s nothing quite like it. So yes, I get it. Only a dirt lover would understand.
Indeed.