My piece of dirt. I water it. I dig in it. I find hidden treasures in it - like a snake and a lizard. I mix stuff in it. (This sounds a lot like the grand kids playing in the pile in the play area.)Finally I just leave it alone and it starts to sprout things if I am patient. Not always what I planted, which is half the fun - like going to the treasure box.
I got the automatic watering all set up so that I don't have to have too much fun. And my compost barrel is there where I bury my treasured scraps of vegetable waste for next season.
Now, if I could only keep the dog from digging up the treasures in my piece of dirt . . .
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