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Dirt Dirt. I love dirt. I love seeing a field with dark soil all in lines, just turned over with a tractor. The sight of it makes me happy. I love the way it smells, specifically in April when my husband tills up the dirt in our garden. The hard crust of the earth mixing and coming out new again. Dark and cool, and still sleepy from the long winter. With rocks un earthing and worms sticking their heads out for a brief second of sunlight before diving back into the world in which they know. My husbands pushes and walks the tiller back and forth, back and forth, until the land is fresh and scented. Its the greatest smell in the world. My husband tells me I should refer to it as soil. But because I don't have a degree in biology I will call it dirt. We bought our home about 5 years ago, when we were house shopping the only thing I really wanted was a front porch and a space to garden. The first time I saw our home, without even walking inside I knew it was the on