Dirt

by Heidi

The afternoon of March 4 was warm and gave us that itch to get outside that Spring often brings.

I snapped several of these before Gunnar even knew I was watching.

I listened as the imagination of a 5 year old boy come out in rurr, cush, eerk.

A treat for me – a display of truck tricks.

Together, we enjoyed some critter or flitting notion.

It was soon time to dig.

Dig.

More digging.  Must sit.

Just a bit more to go.

Finally.  A hazard created for the trucks.

Better get the scoop truck to help him out.

Off again.

More digging needed.

What did all this digging and driving produce?

A worm!

And a very content Mama with a precious memory to store away in her heart.

The End.

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