I know that sounds strange, but when daddy would plow the garden, I would go behind him, barefooted, and let the dirt come up between my toes.  It smelled so good and it felt so good.  My husband thinks I am nuts when I do it still when our garden is plowed now.  I tell him he just hasn't lived until he has done it.  Ahh, the simple pleasures of life.

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May. 18, 2009 at 5:21 PM

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