They take one step into our backyard and come back looking like this. Head to toe. In between their toes. In their hair and under their nails. In every crack and fold, there is dirt.
They fill boxes with dirt and watch it flow down the slide. Digging holes they discover wiggly worms and build piles to blast their cars through. It’s transported in trunks, buckets, flower pots, shovels, pockets, hats and cupped hands. It fills the vessels of their limitless imaginations.
I’d love some grass in our backyard. But this dirt offers my boys joyful hours in their childhood.
Can you smell their warm hair? It’s the smell of soft dirt, all minerally and bright sun.
Dirt makes for long play hours, big appetites, drained water bottles, deep rest and snuggly little bookworms after baths. I’m starting to see I wouldn’t change this dirt for gold…or grass.