On Gardens.

This afternoon I will be roped into helping my parents mulch the yard. We're waiting until it clouds over, as it is unhealthily hot right now and, well, who wants to be bent over in the dirt in the sun?

I used to mulch with enthusiasm when I was younger. I remember on one excursion finding a plump, green caterpillar. The caterpillar spent the rest of the mulching experience curled in my palm--I was afraid that if I released it to the wild then it would get smashed up in the mulching. I sent it home when the gardening was complete.

...apparently as a kid I had compassion for insects. Ick.

Regardless, there is something to be said for getting one's hands in the dirt and communing with the flora. Fauna. And Merriweather.