I was taking my customary evening walk through the gardens the other day, and veered off to the “kids’ area.” I’ve designated a section of the property for them. Here is where they can stack old bricks into “fireplaces,” create “rafts” from discarded tree limbs and cut-up logs, and explore their hearts out. But I stopped when I saw this big hole in the grass.
I asked my eldest son who was digging that hole. “Me,” he said. I paused, waiting for him to explain. He just looked at me. (He’s not the talkative kind). “And… why?” I asked. “Just felt like diggin’,” he replied. Ooooook. Looking for buried treasures? Maybe. Never know what old junk or what precious old memory you’re going to find. Well, I DID give them this part of the land. Here’s hoping they’ll fill it back in when they no longer “feel” like digging. And actually, while they “feel” like digging, I’ve got a little project for them to do….
11. June 2008 at 9:36 pm
HA! Maybe you should ask hm how often he “feels” like digging post holes or pulling weeds or mowing the lawn or filling the wood box.
12. June 2008 at 8:24 am
Well well… hello “anonymous.”