I never was good at leaving well enough alone. As a kid had to lift stones, carry a bunch home, tilt roadkill, watch the larvae grow. Last time we had a garden I got as much pleasure from identifying the seed leaf of pigweed as corn and let them all grow. A free for all and deer were invited.
So, that brings me to this: there’s this ground cover we inherited. Our neighbour said the black plastic was to kill areas of the yard, depriving it of sun so that new planting could be done.
Somehow I managed to get covered in dirt up to my knees and elbows again. The ground isn’t boggy. I’m not quite sure how I managed to get quite so covered. (But then, cooking with flour it sometimes looks like a wheat mill explosion too.)
Coming back to those sprouts, a few days later, what have we?
Chewed tulips. A whole corner of the yard trying to get to bloom. What we are suspicious of growing was flower. An object lesson there if there ever was one.
I yanked a bunch more of the cloth off. The heat collection without light has done a good job at composting leaf litter.
Quote: “Do not squander time for that is the stuff life is made of.” ~ Benjamin Franklin