Much to my delight and not at all to my surprise, I found myself with my hands in the soil on Earth Day. A day that started in leaden clouds slowly broke to a clear sky, sun beaming, by the afternoon. And I was beaming too. I’ve just started doing some gardening work for an elderly couple – Tom and Dorothy – who are both sweet and fiery. With slight figures and small hunches to their backs, they refuse to stop for age, and spent most of the day outside with me gardening. And I’m not talking watering-plants-with-a-miniature-watering-can-gardening. No, I mean shoveling huge scoops of compost and soil into a raised veggie bed area they’ve created. The best part of it all was that they weren’t alone; as I wrangled day lilies out of the ground for transplanting, I watched as Tom and Dorothy and their neighbor Greg worked on the plot together. Apparently these neighbors have shared this garden spot for years, sharing in the abundance it has put forth as well. Beautiful.