Or rather, compost.
We dumped two yards of compost in our expanded garden and the girls were eager to help Grandpa and Grandma Coleman. For some reason, shoes were optional.
I wish I had a video of Mae running around the garden filled with fresh compost, holding up crumbling handfuls of the rich dirt and squealing with delight.
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