It's planting season, so I've been thinking about this a lot. I'm not an outdoorsy person. I once killed a fake plant. Seriously, I have a black thumb.
One day last week, I was browsing Facebook, and ran across an article about how gardening alleviates depression and other mental problems. That got me thinking. It might help some people, except those that hate being dirty.
Me, I hate the idea of digging in the dirt. I always have. I sat on something when I played in my sandbox so I wouldn't get dirty. I have always preferred swimming in pools over natural bodies of water. The only beaches I've ever tolerated have been groomed to be free of seaweed. (it brushing against my legs gives me the heeby jeebies). Even when I owned a house, I had no interest in planting flowers. I think I've killed every potted plant I've owned.
So for all of you planting, gardening people: Bravo! It's just not my thing.
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