The garden isn’t really much of one anymore, unless you count the weeds, which are growing quite successfully. But the dirt is the best part of the garden anyways. A light dusty brown, it is packed and hardened together by the sun. The surrounding grass is much softer, an inviting space to sit while working in the earth.
Our small swimming pool is on its side, leaning against the chain link fence. Some rainwater has accumulated into a slight puddle in the grass-side of the pool. No one knows how long the water has been in the pool, but it has become a part of the yard, adjusting its temperature to whatever the weather dictates. This small pond is the key to transforming the dirt.
A few buckets scatter the yard: red, blue, and the big one is lime green. With a little rainwater and some dry dusty dirt, it is possible to create a beautiful pot of mud; deep brown and shiny, that mud teases the imagination. The aroma of wet soil is comforting and familiar as I settle down into the grass to decide what my mud and I will do today.
Our small swimming pool is on its side, leaning against the chain link fence. Some rainwater has accumulated into a slight puddle in the grass-side of the pool. No one knows how long the water has been in the pool, but it has become a part of the yard, adjusting its temperature to whatever the weather dictates. This small pond is the key to transforming the dirt.
A few buckets scatter the yard: red, blue, and the big one is lime green. With a little rainwater and some dry dusty dirt, it is possible to create a beautiful pot of mud; deep brown and shiny, that mud teases the imagination. The aroma of wet soil is comforting and familiar as I settle down into the grass to decide what my mud and I will do today.
2 Comments:
You are great.
I guess it is a child's paradise.
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