People of the Soil
If you grew up in the city like I did, you might not have much affection for soil—or “dirt,” as my mother would have called it. “Don’t you track those dirty shoes across my nice clean carpet,” I would hear as I came inside after poking around outdoors. Of course, I didn’t go outdoors very often. It was too hot in Houston, Texas, for much tromping around outside, and the only soil that I knew about was the hard, sun-baked clay underneath the prickly St. Augustine grass in my b