One of the things I enjoy about digging (and there are lots of things
I enjoy about it) is the smell of the earth that is released by the spade
cutting in and lifting clods that have been buried for a year. Not only
does the soil itself have a real scent, but the roots of the crop or plant
- even weed - that has been growing there will also contribute to the
mix, creating something new out of the vague remnants of last season's
garden.
Monty Don - The Sensuous Garden, 1997
All clays are pretty well unworkable with ordinary implements. For the
melted toffee consistency of winter, you might prefer a large soup-ladle;
for light working over summer, a hammer and cold chisel. Is the soil always
too wet or too dry? No, there's a period - usually a day or two in May
- when you can actually use a fork.
John Lucas - Backs to the Garden Wall (1966)
My friend Throstle favours the dual-purpose long-term remedy of mixing
in sand and stones and ashes, at the same time slowly disposing of some
of the clay by putting a few pieces, wrapped in newspaper, in the dustbin
each week. Other lumps he parcels up and posts unstamped to people he
doesn't like.
John Lucas - Backs to the Garden Wall
Digging ashes in is supposed to break clay down. But instead of lumps
of clay glued to your spade, fork or soup-ladle you get lumps of clay
and ashes, which is several times worse.
John Lucas - Backs to the Garden Wall
Soil . . . scoop up a handful of the magic stuff. Look at it closely.
What wonders it holds as it lies there in your palm. Tiny sharp grains
of sand, little faggots of wood and leaf fibre, infinitely small round
pieces of marble, fragments of shell, specks of black carbon, a section
of vertebrae from some minute creature. And mingling with it all the dust
of countless generations of plants and flowers, trees, animals and - yes
- our own, age-long forgotten forebears, gardeners of long ago. Can this
incredible composition be the common soil ?
Stuart Maddox Masters, The Seasons Through (1948)
However small your garden, you must provide for two of the serious gardener's
necessities, a tool shed and a compost heap. A wire bin takes up negligible
space and can be concealed by shrubs, or you can make a small pit into
which you sweep leaves and clippings, but try not to fall into it.
Anne Scott-James, Down to Earth (1981)
The longer I live the greater is my respect and affection for manure in all its forms.
Elizabeth von Arnim
Above, and left: garden tools