Dig It

Maybe it a boy thing, but there is something quite mysterious about what is under the ground that boys can't resist. Take a boy to the beach and he'll dig. Boys love sand boxes. I don't think girls are all that into it, but boys are for sure.

I don't know if we think there is something valuable waiting to be found, or if we will discover a lost civilization in caves, or if we were seeking a direct route to China. I don't know what it was for me, I just loved digging.

I recall getting a sand box when I was four years old and it was a disaster. I really enjoyed it for a day or so, but one day I went out and some wasps had dug in a nest and they boiled out and stung the crap out of me. Then the next day my mother saw a cat crapping in the sand box and that was the last time I ever saw it.

I've done a lot of hand digging around here. I've cut trails, leveled ground for out buildings, dug trenches for drainage tiles, cut sod for gardens, dug post holes, shoveled many yards of sand, top soil, crushed stone. I've dug out stumps, Ive dug the silt out of a pond and I even dug the foundation for the last addition I built on the house. I wish I had bought a back hoe when I first moved here, but I still don't see one in my future.

Sadly, I still see a lot of digging in my future. I just wish it was a gratifying as it was when I was a kid.