There’s dirt under my nails.

640 lbs of topsoil, four dozen impatiens, two dozen marigolds, six carnations, two mountain pinks, two daliahs(?), and one rose bush later, the garden is done.

Once again, my sister came through, helping me haul all the dirt and plant all the plants in less than six hours. It’ll be weeks again before we have to do any major work out there.

Still, it looks a whole sight better than the weeds and dead leaves from the bulbs.

Lamenting the decline of good conversation

The first two paragraphs of this article crack me up.

The rest of it is a good read, and a good point. Although I have to disagree at least to some level — I’ve found that most of the people I work with are quite capable of intelligent discourse, as are most of my friends, and the only issue is that we’re rarely well-enough educated on the subjects we speak about to truly come to a concensus.

Not that stops anyone else, mind…