Today, I moved dirt in my garden. Some might ask why? At times, I wondered myself why I had decided to renew the dirt in my flower beds. When considering this, it had seemed like a good idea. I found someone to deliver high-quality soil--one and one half tons--for a low price. All I had to do would be to dig out some of the old dirt, move it to some other spot in the garden, and move the new soil from the pile in the drive to the beds. I had a shovel, a wheelbarrow, and a high opinion of my ability to perform menial tasks.
As I was pushing one of many wheel barrow loads through the garden from one side of the house to the other, I wondered about man’s tendency to move dirt. Some amounts are huge, some tiny. A child playing in a sandbox falls into this category of human activity. It happens every day all over the world.
This got me wondering about the first human to move dirt, for whatever reason. We know about many firsts in human evolutions, but I doubt that earth moving can be pinned down with accuracy...if any would even bother. I am certain that the first human to move dirt must have been copying animals or bugs, ants in particular. That’s how humans learned about the effect of alcohol, so why not earth moving? The reason is lost in the sands of time (How’s that for a dirt-based metaphor?)
I have a few more days of work ahead of me, which will give my plenty of time to reflect on man’s impact on the planet. That’s what you get when you have a load of dirt dumped in your drive...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.