MAY 7 IS World Naked Gardening Day. I am not making it up. Click here for the official website, but be warned - there are pictures of naked people gardening.
Here's a quote from a free-swinging gardener which pretty much sums it up.
"When you're out there with a gentle breeze on you, every last hair on your body feels it. You feel completely connected with the natural word in a way you just can't in clothes."
Ah men. A Double Men.
It's a good thing I'm not a childish moron with a closed mind, or else I'd be throwing out phrases like "planting my seeds" and "watch where you drag that rake" and "I'd like to till your earth RIGHT NOW." See? Get your mind out of the gutter! Just because you are naked does not mean you can let your mind wander and turn 12 years old. Again. And again.
Being naked means being free and one with nature, and I'm all about that. True, you can't really put your gloves in your pockets, and if you are wearing a hat, are you truly naked? But I don't want to pish posh on the whole au naturale gardening thing.
Fortunately in Calftown, there is no such thing as observing Naked Gardening Day. Sheryl and I just got done planting our backyard garden and believe me, clothing was not optional. The mosquitoes made sure of that. It was a beautiful day in the sun and a lot of hard work - my arms feel like jelly after using the tiller, and Sheryl had to go to the chiropractor yesterday for her neck and shoulder. But we got it done and it looks like a real garden, and Sheryl will have a lot of fun tending to it this summer - probably barefoot, cause she likes to be a little naked - while I watch her work. With my clothes on. Of course.
The moral of this story is to keep your shirt on while you garden. Or not. Just make sure you use a lot of sunscreen if you don't, including down by your .... Geesh. Never mind. My mind is wandering again.