There's a big difference between enjoying the idea of being old fashioned, and realizing the nature of being old fashioned. And here your correspondent isn't thinking in terms of abominations such as IPods and High Heels, he's talking about the relationship between soil and his shovel. The shovel is a short term easy solution and probably wrong.
A couple of hard weeks, there's a shine and a smile, and it all looks kind of
ready. He sees what he calls tilth, he knows where his Potatoes are and he feels
very proud of himself. He's got what he thinks is obedience and order, his beds
no longer bark at him. But what he's actually got is something that looks right
to his old fashioned eye. It's rampant mysticism.