"......Be what it is, The Action of my life is like it, which I'll keep if but for sympathy."
Thursday, 1 February 2018
Dirt
I love those dirty hands,
those hands that create,
those hands that care,
those hands that won't let you down,
those hands that are there...
On the other hand I do remember my daughter telling me about her teacher, who wouldn't plant his vegetables in "Dreck" (dirt or soil) like the local dialogue suggest, but rather in "Erde" (soil). The local farmer certainly would smile at this because just like the English translation suggests "Dreck" and "Erde" are sometimes soil and just don't ask what it is made of...
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