Backyard Potting Soil

One day, Jim saved me from my backyard soil. He’d made a trip to Green Gardens Nursery, came home and breezily announced: “Honey, I bought some potting soil.”

I was furious. Why spend money on something we already had. I pointed out that our backyard consisted of an acre of potting soil. Of course, I didn’t mention an aching back, dirty fingernails, or a possible Florida heat stroke.

After breakfast, the next day, as I pulled out my purse for a day’s shopping. it finally hit me! One purpose of money is to save time and labor. Unlike some unfortunate neighbors, I wasn’t exactly called by God to dig in the dirt. Saving dollars on soil stemmed from some old-brain thinking, a time zone belonging to my parents or who knows, perhaps to some long-forgotten rural farmer living in me still wanting to wrestle with soil.

Now, thanks to my husband, I’m free to lay a few extra bills on a nursery counter for a luxury called potting soil. What will be next?” Jim and I both laugh over the switch. “Look, honey, clean fingernails!”