I told you about my socks, but I didn’t tell you about my new gardening gloves…by far the coolest present I received this year.
They’re called Honey Badger gloves, and I absolutely love them.
First, I love digging in the dirt. A gardening friend of mine will remind me that there is a difference between “soil” and “dirt.” And she’s right, or course. But digging in the dirt has a greater connotation for me that digging in the soil.
I’ve planted seedlings often by digging holes in my garden with my bare hands instead of using a trowel. And my family can tell you that I often resemble the Peanut’s character Pigpen when I come in from the garden or from sifting compost.
There’s something about feeling the tilth of the soil, the warmth stored in it from the sun’s rays, dirt under my fingernails, and smudges on my face that not only bring back memories of my misspent youth, but also create new memories every day.
Before I wax too poetic, I need to tell you that I think these gloves are brilliant. I’ll still be digging in the dirt with my bare hands, but I’m also looking forward to using these gloves to do the same thing.
If I get tired of digging with them, I can always use them to frighten neighborhood children.
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Bob Dailey is a master gardener, garden writer, and lecturer living in southeast Texas.