Not rain showers. Hot showers. With body wash and silky conditioner.
I discovered today that there are two kinds of showers: everyday showers and transcendental showers.
I had one of those transcendental showers today (thus, the discovery).
Through scientific reasoning, I've deduced that today's transcendental shower was a direct result of me actually using my body.
I made a raised bed with Mr. UpCountry, 16'x4' and 12" deep. We weeded out the bed (hack-chawed (made-up word) the earth with a garden claw), laid down some landscape fabric (weed guard), built up the beds with beautiful boards and filled them halfway up with dirt.
There was lots of shoveling, sifting, hack-chawing and huff-puffing involved. There was even a near-accident with a garden rake (apparently stepping on them tines-up really does make them fly up towards your face).
When all was said and done, I took a hot shower.
And discovered transcendence. Having actually used my body, I ached in places I didn't know existed inside me. When I stepped under that stream of hot water, I melted. (Not really. Not Wicked Witch in Wizard of Oz melted).
Instead of taking a shower and thinking yeah, alright, this is nice, I stood in that shower and thought Holay jalapeno, this is... And that's about how good I am at explaining it.