This hole is different

This hole is different. The soil is moist and rich, the worms are coming out to play, and the birds are gathering around. As I dig deeper in, there are colours coming through. Like the way carrots can be purple, there is purple soil down here, and now a dark red, a pinky type of thing, now an orange. Problem is, the hole is now much too big for the little fennel plant. I’ll have to fill it in again, or dig a shallower hole somewhere else. What is this? I’ve hit something hard again with the shovel. Oh my…