# 42 BITS AND BITES
I heard today that physical exercise is an absolute sure cure for insomnia. Whoa, if that is true, I don’t want to be doing that and neither does Hub. We don’t have insomnia – in fact we have quite the reverse.
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I’ve passed the initial stages of life: the childhood stage, the competitive stage, and definitely the materialistic stage. I am now in the midst of the reflective stage. But despite all that, when I poked my fingers in the dirt of a friend’s garden, I turned green with envy. Though I no longer yearn for material possessions, I was surprised to find myself coveting what another had to such an extent.
And what does she have that I covet?
Dirt. Black, fluffy, mulch-ridden, warm, moist, and sand-anointed (without a clay base) garden dirt. That’s what.
posted by Roberta S at 9:42 AM
3 Comments:
Hmmm... good advice for insomnia. Thanks for adding me to you list of blogs. I've been reading your posts and really enjoy your writing.
Dirt? Real dirt, with no clumps of hard red clay in it? And you say it was already in the ground, not in a bag? What a miraculous thing.
We here in Podunt, USA don't see much real dirt. It's mostly that hard red, nasty clay. Unless of course we buy it in a bag.
Hi plumleigh. I'm assuming from your comment that neither you nor I will be doing BIG exercise since we sleep quite well without it.
Yes, wanda real dirt. Prime dirt. I wonder if we could sell someone with that kind of dirt a bag or two of clay. You know just in case their garden is too fluffy, too light, too fly-away, too fertile...(dreaming on).
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