“Digging In” Fiction word count: 99
I would not pay someone to make love to my wife. That luxury is all mine.
Similarly, I am not paying anyone to do my gardening for me.
My hands need to touch the soil.
My arms need to push that shovel and my foot
needs to press
Good for the bones.
Good for the soul.
Pay someone else to do it?
This luxury is all mine!
to grit and sweat it out.
Sometimes the real richness in this world is found by digging in.
Now let’s see,
will you hand me that fourth shovel?
This short fiction piece is to join in with Friday Fictioneers – where writers are invited to write a fiction piece (100 words or less) to go with the above photo – go here to join in or read more.
The idea for this fiction was inspired by yesterday’s post with the laundry talk (here).
And how a few folks shared the delight they had with hanging clothes outside (or bed sheets) – to get that nice off-the-line feel with that fresh air smell.
Sure, some folks have a laundry service and I know that new moms might need some help with that extra laundry…..
But sometimes – there are certain things we do not because we have to – but because we want to – we get to!
Some things we do for “us” – because it taps into our humanity and keeps us alive.
Oh and the ending part – about the 4th shovel – that was attempt at humor because the man had three shovels around him in the photo (credit to Connie Gayer). I thought the three shovels were interesting – do you know why he has that many?
Have a great day–