Dirt

Last night when HWMMS came home from work I went to hug him and he paused…

“What?”

“You’re covered with dirt, I love it.”

“But you hate dirty messes…”

“Yes, but dirt makes you happy. And that makes me happy.”

AWWWWWWWWWWWW.

I might have spent some time sowing lots and lots more seeds (finally) (There are more on the porch…)