January 8, 2016
January earth smells minty and fruity and I honestly don't mind getting a face full of it as I shake out a clump of grass, salvaging every last bit of soil for a garden that isn't even mine. I thought we might do a favor for our P-Patch neighbors, the ones with the two small, endearingly chatty little kids (who took more of our raspberries than they should have). They worked so hard to build something out of nothing, only to raise a magnificent crop of weeds. We cleared it all, but now find they've given up their plot.