Smell Like Dirt

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Margaret Atwood

bekitschig blog Margaret Atwood Quote in the spring at the end of the day you should smell like dirt

The seasons are changing and with the beginning of Spring there is always change in the air. Maybe you donโ€™t have to smell like dirt, although pottering around with your plants is always uplifting. You can smell like ink or paint or motor oil, as long as you do something productive. Use the first days of Spring to get into gear.

Have a happy and constructive week!

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10 thoughts on “Smell Like Dirt

  1. My father, and my two grandfathers were all gardeners. They grew vegetables, flowers and had a wonderful contentedness. I didn’t inherit that gene or at least not fully. I love the outdoors, but I am also studious or bookish possibly. Perhaps if I had the farming background like my grandfathers did. I do love my flowers though, sunflowers are started, tulips are a week away, and the birds love my oregon grape plants.

  2. Smells like Spring Spirit!
    Love the quote and love Margaret Atwood. I potter about the terrace with my plants frequently and love the earthy smells (I am earth sign, good). This morning I had to replace the WC cistern flush – so ended up smelling of calcified water ๐Ÿ™„ (not a water sign, so bad)

    1. My balcony is way too small … Lots of Spring spirit here. Wait for next week, I was thinking of you! Also an earth sign here but I do love water. Fixing the flush I could do without though ๐Ÿ˜‰ good housemanly work!

      1. Next week eh, exciting, look forward to it my earth-sign friend ๐Ÿ˜ƒ Lucky I have a decent size terrace for plants and a couple of hours sunbathing. Lol, I don’t manage so well at the beach. The flush done now, off to try and write a poem about it, as you do ๐Ÿ˜„

  3. Yesssss! Because we complained about Winter and were grumpy about snow, ice and cold (over here anyway), it is wrong to sit inside when Springtime beckons you. I have a planter made of resin that is shaped like two Wellies. It’s a cute planter, only you can’t drill holes in the bottom of it or the resin would crack. After a few tries at growing annuals, I gave up and bought silk wildflowers … works like a charm. ๐Ÿ™‚

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