I am very sure that I am going to arrive at heaven’s gates with dirt still under my fingernails. Sounds like a silly notion but I think it will be true and that I am getting more proud of it every day. Not to digress but I have thought in the past that I would get there with my elk jammies on but maybe both would be good.

The dirt in there these days is from weeding the corn crop. That is coming along and trying to get to that measure of knee high by the Fourth of July. That’s what a little less than two weeks away. I don’t know what that celebration will look like this year. Has their been any directive from the Gov?

So back to dirt. I had two local women walk with me yesterday and thinking about them has inspired this blog today. They are both heavily involved with growing projects and as a byproduct have probably their share of dirt under the nails. In the morning Catherine Johnson my Mass partner, author, serious gardener and on the board of Vashon Growers Association. And in the afternoon Michelle Crawford owner of Pacific Potager, selling a massive amount of vegetable and flower starts to our community, an essential business.

These two women influence me and my thinking. Dirt under the nails is not only a superficial thing but something that seeps in deeper and is more lasting. This is what I pick up as I walk the trail.

Blue skies love, Felipé.