In the days of my youth, I really knew how to shovel into that dry, caked over Southern California dirt, and make great castles with mud created from imported ground water.
Little Liz, 4ish, with the prized possession. Aw.
Today, I really know how to shovel into that dirty, heavy, iced over snow. I also know how to dig down into my soul and find the true meaning behind meaningless gibberish. That's why you love this blog.
Shoveling, winter...those are themes I've discussed a lot before (here and here and here and here and here and here)...
