If you want to annoy a sailor, call the deck a “floor” and the line a “rope”—and don’t be surprised if they stuff you through that little round window in the wall. The same goes for a farmer friend of mine. I was using a pitchfork (SPADEfork!) and digging in the dirt (SOIL!) and was amazed at how loose the soil was around the plants.
This wasn’t the pale hardpan and loamy sand I had in my backyard, but dark, sweet-smelling humus filled with centipedes and earthworms. If I’d known there were more than a billion microbes, mycorrhizae, fungus and more in the handful I held up to my nose, I might not have inhaled.
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