Selecting a patch of ground is critical;
you certainly don’t want to be turning stones.
Do you really love me?
And don’t use a shovel, it is a loud-
mouthed tool fit only for the building site.
Of course I do.
A spade is the boy for the job. Stout wooden
shaft. Broad shoulders to take the weight of your boot.
Spear the ground, tense and push. The blade
should slice pleasingly through the earth.
Because I do.
Gently lever it back, this is all about
fulcrums you know, then lift.
What is it you love about me?
At this point you should have a heap
of soil on your spade blade. Now a decision.
Well you’re thoughtful about people.
Where to toss the spoil. Pick
your place and chuck it there.
Is that all? I’m thoughtful.
This is tricky now. Having to decide
where to make the next strike.
You always make me a cup of tea first thing.
The choice is made. Blade placed alongside
the first break in the ground.
I make you tea, that’s why you love me.
Push down, lever back, lift
and add the soil to your heap.
You have now begun to dig yourself a hole.