Man! I just love playing in the dirt!
I love picking up a handful of hard, dry, compacted clay from our garden — and slowly crumbling it between my fingers. I love the coarse texture. I love the dusty, earthy smell.
It’s definitely not the best soil in the world (it’s still a work in progress), but y’know what?
It’s mine — and that makes all the difference.
And for better or for worse, I think my little girl is following in my footsteps. Continue reading “Playing In The Dirt”