Meanwhile, Jake and "Gee-dah" were occupying themselves in a patch of unused soil behind the house (which, I come to find out, is rather nice, as dirt goes). They performed their own archeological dig, turning up a plastic cowboy (probably a toy from when my father-in-law played there as a boy), a number of metal clothespin springs, and a rusty vintage clothes hanger. Grandpa termed it our "ghetto sandbox." Tee hee! Jake had a great time getting spectacularly dirty and filled his shoes and pants and jacket with the sandy soil, which will soon be planted with a nice patch of shade-loving perennials once mama finds an hour or two of spare time (ha!).
I guess it's time to think about getting a real sandbox for my