HANDSHAKE WITH NATURE

Being a lawyer has its advantages. But the one thing that I have always griped about is that there is nothing physically demanding about it. I have always envisioned a truly satisfying job as one which involves the creation of something with one's own hands. Accepting a check from a client just doesn't have the same visceral impact.

So, this summer, I thought I would give a shot at gardening. Back to the elements; it's just me and my hoe; digging, sweating, all the sunny day long.

You must have seen the movie where the old guy, after a life of conquering the world, retires to his garden; a picture of peace and tranquility; having weathered the slings and arrows of a tumoutuous life; finally finding bliss in the simplicity working the earth.

Well, for me, there was nothing tranquil or peaceful about it. Gardening is hard work. Lots of blood and sweat for very little reward. I definitely have a new found respect for Mr. Farmer. Now, everytime I go to Ralphs, I am amazed at the low low prices of the various produce. If I had to sell what I finally harvested, it would cost $10 for each tomato; tiny ones at that.


Nevertheless, there is the ineffable gratification of biting into your first harvest. At once you feel the nexus between you and your forefathers flowing through the crunchy echos of the Japanese cucumber.