digging in

i love how children just are out there, leaving it to us, the adults, to fight the worries of thorns on the ground, snakes in the grass, ticks in the trees, too little clothes, too much sun, and on and on. but they don't have concerns, only the moment.

for the past week they have had a blast down by the field where some workers fixing a water pipe left a huge pile of dirt.

it's a slide, a mountain in the jungle, a plain, you name it. their clothes are dirty when the sun sets and we drag them to the shower. and we have had an incident of me getting...upset (to put it mildly) because they disappeared just before we had to leave the house for dinner this friday. and i found them, in the jungle, sliding down the mountain, looking like they really had been living in the jungle for weeks, dirt all over the clean, nice clothes, i had just managed to get them into. deep breath.

but later i smiled, because i really do love how they dig into it, the dirt, the ground, the outdoor life, my bare feet boys.