Last Friday, my sister, Josie, happily announced that she wanted a garden. Now, previous gardens suggested were ones planted in old canoos , toilets, bathtubs… you know… the stuff you find in people’s garbage. My dad quickly vetoed those pieces of legislation and Saturday, he went out and got some lumber. He built a small bed for Josie, and delegated the duties of picking up cow ‘presents’ for compost. I, along with Daniel, went out and started to pick up the biodegradable chips. This soon turned into a war of… who can dodge the best. Anyway, skipping forward a bit to today, I found Josie outside, contently working in her garden.
It seems as though she wasn’t the only one diggin in the dirt. As a turned to go inside, I was confronted by my dog…
When I took a closer look…
I found that she was eating dirt…
“Argnm, argnm, argnm…
WOOWEEE this is some good dirt!
Argnm, argnm…
Jacob you gotta come try come of this stuff, I think I hit the jackpot!
Forget dirty rice, I’ve got some of the real stuff here!
Argnm, argnm, argnm…”
