Finally. We’ve started the process of transforming packed earth and weeds into luscious, fragrant, blooming gardens.
The first day of gardening — when children were still innocent and still clean.
I don’t know who was more excited — me or the little boys who saw this weekend as the perfect excuse to get as filthy as possible.
Dirt is just too enticing, it seems.
The temptation was just too great…
Barney Kneeknuckles was in a dirty heaven, wallowing in mulch, soaking his feet in fresh potting soil, and throwing dirt everywhere. It was a new world for him — the first time I wasn’t hovering over him, keeping anything “dirty” out of his mouth and hands.
(I decided to live a little … and let the kids do the same)
The second day of gardening was a repeat of the first: I hacked at overgrown weeds, the Husband continued to work on building vegetable boxes, the Little Lady bossed everyone, and Mr. Boy went around shirtless — wielding a trowel as part of his Gardening Super-Hero Persona.
And, Barney Kneeknuckles continued on his quest to become the dirtiest child ever.
For the record? He won.
