“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden
“In nature nothing exists alone.”
~ Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
As I posted in my other blog, I don’t want to remember war nor encourage the continuity of a culture that celebrates patriotism and makes “heroes” from those who were, in any case, victims of a flawed system…
I dream a world where heroes are those who protect and celebrate what gives life. Today, I celebrate and remember the soil and what it means for all of us: the essence of life and death, the eternal cycle.
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
~ John Muir
Barefoot in the garden, I feel the soil under my feet: layers after layers of autumn leaves, small pieces of rock powder threw here by northern and ocean winds, dust from faraway planets, meteors and stars, particles that once belonged to your skin have flown here as mine went so far as a Tibetan monastery.
I crouch and collect a small worm here, a beetle there: if I dare to dig into it, I’ll see the mycorrhizae network that feeds to and from these trees’ roots…under the clover I can find the Rhizobium bacteria inside those swelling root nodules of the plant’s root: full of ready-to-take nitrogen in a form other plants can now “digest”…
I can’t see with my clumsy eyes, but beyond these obvious beings there are millions of microorganisms and relationships I cannot even start to fathom…the certainty that all what I am and ever was will end up here soothes my soul: I’ll come back, I whisper to the worm while setting it free back again to the soil. The little creature seems to hear me as it twists towards me and I smile: all my wishes and despairs will mix with this dirt and you, all of you, those I loved so much and those I don’t will be there along with me.
What we call “soil” is a mixture of minerals, organic matter, gases, liquids, and millions of small and even microscopic organisms…it is the product of millions of years of interactions of climate and parent materials (mostly, rocks) and is constantly moving and changing: any given soil profile may take hundreds of years to be established.
While we cannot “make” soil, we can certainly help nature in its ongoing work.
Today we went to pick up autumn leaves from public spaces (there are not enough in our yard and almost none in our community garden) to make leafmould: I made some last year but it’s now gone, so we need more. I checked on my compost and the worms from the small worm factory in our kitchen…I also collected pebbles and stones (a favourite pastime of mine: stealing pebbles whenever I go to the beach or a river and bringing them home)…the cardboard pile and the shredded paper are full…I have all I need.
Some soil building tips
But the best you can do for your soil (and life in this planet) is going out: go a forest, a beach, a river, a lake and observe the soil…touch it…smell it…feel it
It is your home
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.”
~ Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder
“It is not half so important to know as to feel.”
~ Rachel Carson
Some resources to dig further:
Soil Science Society of America: https://www.soils.org/discover-soils/soil-basics
Royal Horticultural Society on leafmould and composting: https://www.rhs.org.uk/advice/profile?pid=478