Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

black eyed susan

Black eyed susan and black dirt, simple and smiling at you

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest. Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for the ground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild-oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig) is as sure to come back to him as he is sure, at last, to go under the ground, and stay there. To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and watch, their renewal of life, this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do. When Cicero writes of the pleasures of old age, that of agriculture is chief among them.

by Charles Dudley Warner (Sept. 12, 1829 – Oct. 20, 1900)
from My Summer in a Garden (1870), Preliminary

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One Response to “Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.”

  1. Daisy Says:

    My kids love to say, “Mom’s playing in the dirt again!” when I work in the garden!