Day 2,699: Weeds

Got my hands in the dirt today.

I used to hate that as a kid. Gardening. It just seems like endless chaos to me. Now that I’m older, I think it was just my parents’ style of gardening: no borders, sporadically done when things got really out of control, which they did a lot because there’s so much rich soil and rain up in Humboldt.

It was a nice activity. I enjoyed it immensely. Only did it for about two hours, but it was two hours well-spent. Going to try and do it again tomorrow, I think...