Sensory Saturday #10-- Planting

Please add your own descriptive writing passage in the comment section. I would love to see what my readers can come up with.

The shovel dug into the earth, making an audible scrape as it slid up against a rock. Eric tossed the dirt to the side, adding to the growing mound. He used his foot to send the shovel down into the dirt again, and the muscles in his back and shoulders tightened in response.

He swiped the back of his arm across his brow, removing sweat and leaving a smear of dirt behind. The smell of dirt was strong. Reassuring. It was one that Eric could remember from the earliest days of his childhood.

Now he was 27, stronger than he'd been as a child. More capable. And he dug a hole for the new apple tree his mother had asked for to replace the one struck by lightning last fall.

The hole was wide and deep enough now. Eric crouched down and carefully lifted the tree and sank it into the hole. He filled in the empty spaces with dirt from the pile, pressing hard fingers into soft soil until it was firmly packed.

He licked his lips, tasted salt, and thought ahead to the cold brew waiting for him inside the house. He pulled a hose over and turned it on, setting it near the tree to soak the ground.

He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself Back up with a powerful exhalation. He took off his gloves and shoved them into his back pocket, adjusted his ball cap, and headed toward the front porch.

Please add your own descriptive writing passage in the comment section. I would love to see what my readers can come up with.

The shovel dug into the earth, making an audible scrape as it slid up against a rock. Eric tossed the dirt to the side, adding to the growing mound. He used his foot to send the shovel down into the dirt again, and the muscles in his back and shoulders tightened in response.

He swiped the back of his arm across his brow, removing sweat and leaving a smear of dirt behind. The smell of dirt was strong. Reassuring. It was one that Eric could remember from the earliest days of his childhood.

Now he was 27, stronger than he'd been as a child. More capable. And he dug a hole for the new apple tree his mother had asked for to replace the one struck by lightning last fall.

The hole was wide and deep enough now. Eric crouched down and carefully lifted the tree and sank it into the hole. He filled in the empty spaces with dirt from the pile, pressing hard fingers into soft soil until it was firmly packed.

He licked his lips, tasted salt, and thought ahead to the cold brew waiting for him inside the house. He pulled a hose over and turned it on, setting it near the tree to soak the ground.

He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself Back up with a powerful exhalation. He took off his gloves and shoved them into his back pocket, adjusted his ball cap, and headed toward the front porch.

Please add your own descriptive writing passage in the comment section. I would love to see what my readers can come up with.

The shovel dug into the earth, making an audible scrape as it slid up against a rock. Eric tossed the dirt to the side, adding to the growing mound. He used his foot to send the shovel down into the dirt again, and the muscles in his back and shoulders tightened in response.

He swiped the back of his arm across his brow, removing sweat and leaving a smear of dirt behind. The smell of dirt was strong. Reassuring. It was one that Eric could remember from the earliest days of his childhood.

Now he was 27, stronger than he'd been as a child. More capable. And he dug a hole for the new apple tree his mother had asked for to replace the one struck by lightning last fall.

The hole was wide and deep enough now. Eric crouched down and carefully lifted the tree and sank it into the hole. He filled in the empty spaces with dirt from the pile, pressing hard fingers into soft soil until it was firmly packed.

He licked his lips, tasted salt, and thought ahead to the cold brew waiting for him inside the house. He pulled a hose over and turned it on, setting it near the tree to soak the ground.

He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself Back up with a powerful exhalation. He took off his gloves and shoved them into his back pocket, adjusted his ball cap, and headed toward the front porch.