digging inPosted: December 29, 2012
When we moved into this house 3 years ago I was most excited about allllll theeee spaaaace. 3 acres! I had homesteading dreams of chickens & heirloom tomatoes & composting & dirt under my nails. 3 years later & I don’t even have a clothesline hung, let alone a single plant planted. Well, I did have a basil plant this summer. In a pot, on my porch. That doesn’t really count though, does it?
Let’s start today.
We’ve had a lot of rain & the ground is wet & soft, no better time than now to start turning the soil. I’ve read up on this, I know the lingo. The boys had a great time looking for worms & made a contest of who could find the fattest one. Cole eventually lost interest in the whole thing & retreated to his books. Always the worker, Luke got out his dump truck & starting hauling off dirt clods. And I, I really dug in & it felt good.
(Yes, those are sweatpants I’m wearing. Don’t judge me.)