Spent some more time in the garden this beautiful afternoon preparing the soil to plant my potatoes tomorrow. I can’t tell you how therapeutic it is for my soul to dig in the dirt.
But that is not my “words of wisdom” for you. Instead they come from a conversation between Josh, Ethan & me and from conversations between Josh & myself.
Josh & Ethan have a nearly daily conversation (that also involves my input) about how old the other will be at a given age. Today it started out with the age of 6.
Josh: “When Ethan is 6, how old will I be?” Me: “8.” Josh: “See Ethan!”
Ethan: “When I’m 12, how old will Joshua be?” Me: “14.” Ethan: “See Josh!” (For some reason Ethan thinks that at some point he will bypass Joshua in age.)
Ethan: “When I’m 50, how old will Joshua be?” Me: “52.” Josh: “See Ethan!”
Part of me wonders if they’ll still be doing this when they are 50 and 52. Hmmm?
A few minutes later.
Josh: “You know that the shovel is the most important garden tool, because you can’t dig good holes without it.” Me: “Yep, you’re right!”
Josh: “You have to dig a big hole in order to bury somebody.” Me: “You have to bury people 6 feet under the ground.”
Josh: “Mr. Blane said it doesn’t clog up the water if you bury one horse, but it would if you buried lots of horses.”
A few more minutes later.
Josh: “Mom, there’s an earwig in this hole. Why are they called earwigs?” Me: “I’m not sure.”
Josh: “Are they mean?” Me: “I’m not sure if they really pinch or not.” Josh: “They do…on your ears. That’s why they are called earwigs.”
Me: “So, they only pinch your ears?” Josh: “Yep, because they are the most important part of your body.” Me: “Well, not really, because you can’t live without a brain or heart, but you could live without an ear.”
Josh: “Nope, you can’t, because you couldn’t hear God talking to you.”