Coming down to earth

We had a large amount of earth delivered for the garden and this mountainous heap, rich brown, soft and inviting, silently beckoned me like a giant sandcastle that had just been destroyed by delirious children! It has been three months since my last fall and as I stood there I could feel my balance wane; the familiar feeling I was about to fall came over me, but I could do nothing to prevent it. As if in slow motion, I looked at my husband who was just out of reach, and back I fell, thankfully onto the soft earthy heap. My inner child has a habit of appearing at the most inopportune times, as I was sorely tempted to make a "snow angel", well all right, an "earth angel", but as appealing as the thought was, I was unable to move, laying on my back in the soft brown earth. Firstly the concerned look on my husband's face and then our dog, who despite having great difficulty in reaching me, persevered to get to my side, as she always does whenever I fall. What brought me quickly to my senses, was the thought that maybe there was a poisonous centipede crawling around, like the one I had found last week (blog entry on the 24th March and the continuation of this saga on 2nd April) my husband swiftly hauled me up out of the dirt. Thankfully I was not hurt, just a little muddy and decided it was time for drink; a cup of tea. Maybe this is where the saying comes from, "Here's mud in your eye" which is used when making a toast drinking with someone, although I doubt it originated from drinking tea! I should imagine it's origins were a shot of something a bit stronger!