Well, I don't know about you, but when the missus and I get all hot, sweaty, and dirty after working in the yard, she yells at me to clean up first.

You look at your better half, who has reached the end of the row he or she has been weeding. They're bending over, working their hands in the dirt. You've just pulled out the first carrot of the season, and you brush off the dirt, and take a sweet bite. It's the best thing you've ever tasted. You pass a water bottle back and forth with your lover. It begins to rain. You rush inside, and I bet you can guess what happens next.

Gardening - besides my proposed sexual connotations - is satisfying. And while weekend-long weeding can suck at the height of summer, all in all gardening is a valuable alternative to the grocery store, and allies humans with the sensualities of the land. There have been tomes written on gardening; both the various techniques for various seasons, and the philosophy behind what it means to work the land. There is no doubt in my mind - and if you're into gardening or enjoy visiting gardens, I think you'll agree - that gardening, albeit hard work, is an intimate way to connect with the earth, and a delightful way to spend the day. My question is - aside from all of the obvious benefits to man and land - does gardening make sex better?

The skeptical reader will probably go, say what? Okay, I feel you. It may seem like a gross neo-hippie generalization. But I believe gardening is a good model to go off of - in terms of getting off.

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