I have a confession to
make. When it was 55 degrees on Tuesday and Mark had gone to town
to do our weekly chicken waterer mailing, I snuck out and
weeded a row of berries. It wasn't on the list --- I was supposed
to be pruning --- but the ground had
thawed, and three years of organic mulches had turned the soil into
black, moist humus. The weeds almost seemed to jump out of the
ground into my hands, and my fingers ended up just as black as the soil.
The chickens were
overjoyed, and so was I. Only later, did I find out that my bout
of winter weeding was akin to self-medication. A few years ago,
scientists discovered that a bacterium in the soil --- Mycobacterium
vaccae --- works
like an antidepressant by tricking our brains into making more
serotonin. Maybe this would explain why the garden-obsessed among
us go a little crazy at this time of year.
Feeling blue? Go
play in the dirt!