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Last Sunday afternoon, we spent some time in the garden pulling out a palm hit by the frost and planting some new cannas, wild grasses and a kangaroo paw.

Tau was pretty thrilled by the idea of walking around in bare feet and digging with a tablespoon in the soil.

That evening, as dark fell, Dave was still outside finishing up, Tau and I, inside getting dinner.

“Daddy?”

“Daddy’s outside, honey.”

Under his breath, poking at the table top, “Daddy … dig-dig-dig-dig-dig.”