When we moved into our new house, just over 14 months ago, the land was bare aside from a plum and a chestnut tree. We live on a 1 1/4 acre block, so with only two trees, we have our work cut out for us.
Johnny and I have pottered away, or strained in some cases. Johnny's built a deck. We've planted screening plants. We've lost screening plants. We've planted fruit tree's. We've got one vege garden going, and another set for planting in a few weeks. Many of the goals we've set out for this year have been ticked off. Some will now be on next years list.
And all the while, as we've worked, with all the mud and dirt, the Littles have been getting filthy.
Sometimes in the wet. This weekend in the dry.
While Johnny and I busied ourselves with moving 20 cubic metres of soil, mulch and chicken manure. The Littles busied themselves with whatever dirt they could find. Sometimes "helping" us, sometimes making "cakes" or "pies". But all the while being blissfully happy.
There is something about connecting with the earth. It's good for the soul.
Did you get your hands dirty on the weekend? Do you let your kids get filthy?
*My children are not always like this. Some days the thought of having to clean anything off them is too much for me to bare!
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