Dirt

This evening I followed Katherine around the farm.  First we tried to join Grandma in the rows of tiny carrots, but we soon had to leave, since Katherine demonstrated a complete disregard for rows, plant life, or parental direction.  As far as I can tell, the only time she follows the rows is when she’s stalking the barn cat that walks down them.

Then we walked to the other side of the farm to watch Sydney drive the tractor across the field.  I was apparently more impressed than Katherine was, since she soon stomped off.  Finally we found a patch of dirt that had been recently turned over, but that hadn’t been planted yet.  The soil around here is incredibly sandy, so it really is a kid’s paradise.  She promptly plopped down and started eating dirt, running it through her fingers, and rummaging for rocks.  I know, I know, I wished for my camera at least a dozen times.  Will definitely take some pictures soon.

A bath and some rocking later and our tired girl is in bed.

Erin