By John Hubbuch
I took my morning constitutional by looping Columbus Park yesterday. The unusual warmth of Tuesday and Wednesday seemed to be the catalyst for an explosion of color. Everywhere I looked I saw purple, red, yellow, pink --- all the hues of God's crayon box. There were almost as many shades of green as there were trees.
On my journey I saw a number of people taking advantage of the warm weather by doing some gardening. I had never thought much about or done any gardening, but all of the gardeners I passed seemed pretty happy. Gaedening is good for the mind, body and spirit. You burn calories pulling weeds and toting crates of flowers. Planning a garden and deciding what to plant and where causes one to use his or her brain. And I would think that planting flowers in the dirt is about as connected as you can be with the natural world. Talk about getting back to basics.
Gardening is unusual in that it is an activity the gardener derives pleasure from as do those who view the beautiful results of the activity. I know that my walk was enhanced by the many blooming yards I saw. Public art. And gardening is a lot less expensive than golf.
So maybe the next time my wife is digging in the yard, I'll ask her if I can help. I just hope I won't have to call the ambulance.