boys and dirt

I will never understand boys and their love of dirt. Being a female, I probably never will. We headed
out the front door to get a little fresh air after being cooped up the day before hiding out from the
rain. As usual, Will went right for his mower and scooped up his tools. He started poking around at
the dirt in the bucket and he did most of last summer, just raking it around and finding rocks. The
dirt was very muddy because of the rain, and it didn't take long for him to give up on the tools and
dig his hands right in. Somehow, he managed not to get dirt anywhere other than his hands, but
something is telling me that muddy clothes, muddy hair, and muddy faces are in our near future. It is
so fun to watch him play. He moves with more purpose out there now, like he has plans in his head and
is on a mission to accomplish them. I can't wait for warmer weather and evenings on our front porch.

Hurry up, Spring!