This is just a short post because I just read a blog post (sorry, can't find it again, it was a link via a link kind of thing) about whether or not facebook and other social networking media have impacted on the number of comments left on a blog and it reminded me of something that happened nearly a year ago that really annoyed me at the time. And it no less irritating now but also fills me with a deep sense of sadness and, in a way, disconnect.
I had spent the Saturday morning working in the garden and it was a fairly heavy duty few hours with lots of shovelling involved. Before leaving the garden I changed my clothes because I was heading straight to the train station to get on a train to go to a colleague's house for a candle party. I met another colleague at the station and we had a nice chat on the way there. The girl we were visiting picked us up at her end and drove us to her house. While we were driving she commented on the big bag I had with me (which had some veg in it from the garden) and I mentioned how getting out in the garden was such a great way to start the day. I was getting into the full swing of describing what it was I had been doing, shovelling old well-rotted manure onto raised beds etc. when one of them said, oh yes, I've done that today as well. And the other chimed in, me too. I was somewhat puzzled, because I didn't know either of them had any garden or connection to a farm and they spent a couple of minutes very enthusiastically talking about cows and chickens and fields before explaining to me exactly what farmville is. Not being on facebook and not being one for online games either, it was the first I'd heard of it. But what really got me was the fact that I was sitting there with aching muscles, dirt under my fingernails but a wonderful feeling of having achieved something and a bag of (probably) cabbage to show for it. And they couldn't have been less interested but managed to spend the rest of the ten minute drive talking about their online farms.
It's a funny old world when the majority of the people I am in contact with in real life on a daily basis, live so much in a virtual world. And yet all of the dozens of people in my life, so to speak, who really live in the real world, digging the soil and connecting directly to the earth (as real as it gets in my view), I mostly only 'know' through the virtual world of the internet. Thank goodness for the biogarten, which at least allows me to know that there really are other people out there in real life, who don't think that clicking twice (or two hundred times or whatever it is) is enough to get a vegetable patch properly fertilised!