Lemonade is not helping my stomach feel better.
I got to run around the woods with a couple nephews today. Oh ya, one of them was actually my son. Anyway, it was once a field of little Doug firs, where we would pick out our Christmas trees, but now it's a dark forest complete with sword ferns and creepy footsteps. That's why we left in a hurry--my nephew said he heard footsteps nearby.
It would be a beautiful garden. Clear out the bramble and dead branches, widen the deer trails, install a patio. It's incredible what nature can do on its own. Leave it alone and the succession of vegetation will return, from fungus to hardy seedlings to grasses to saplings to majestic evergreens. Perhaps in a century the Calypso orchid will sneak in. And yet, none but man can produce a lawn chair, pour a concrete patio, and prune a bonsai. I guess we have a purpose, after all.