At times I am kind of embarrassed about the state of my yard/garden. It is big and has the potential to be beautiful, but I have small children so it decidedly is not. Last fall I got so sick of looking at what I affectionately referred to as the jungle, that I went out, pregnant and all, with massive shears and put an end to the overgrown foliage and my shame as a gardener.
But this is why.
I let my son dig for worms. Make sandboxes. Shovel snow.
Essentially, make a mess.
Live.
Here was his latest exploit:
How could I deny such joy?
I cannot.
Posted with Blogsy
No comments:
Post a Comment