And sometimes gardening is archaeology, I weeded out the bushes and trees-of-heaven and broadleafs from this cargo-cult “raised bed” that’s as halfassed as anything left behind

(like it’s 2 boards tall so you’re still stooping and no base so roots still communicate with the ground soil)

And now it’s like, infected with onions that musta been down there all along, I have to pull them young to make room for others to grow and I’ve been making them with steak and it’s great