Make shift sandbox

There's a little patch of land in our backyard where grass won't grow. Papa's tried.

Each attempt failed. He's given up on grass and moved to pinestraw. Then mulch. Just this summer, rocks.

The dogs strew the pinestraw about. The mulch winds up in my house. The rocks thrown by Lane.

We called in a professional landscaper. Out of our budget. So, we live with the mess and the mud.

A few weeks ago, before the weather got so cold, I called to Lane as he played in the yard.

"What doing, Hoo," I asked.

"I dig dirt in backyard, Mama," he replied.

And there he was. Content as could be. Digging in dirt.