The Digging Patch

 

This was a corner of my childhood Garden. Fenced off from the rest of the yard, this was where we children were allowed to dig to our hearts' content. I'm not sure what prompted our parents to provide this space for us - perhaps it was a protection for the plants that grew elsewhere. One day I'll ask !

It wasn't as if stuff actually grew here. It was dirt. Good dirt. Dirt we could made mud pies out of. Dirt we could dig tunnels in. Dirt we could colour our clothes with. It was good. I liked The Digging Patch. Although it never did teach me to grow plants, it taught me that Dirt doesn't hurt.