In honor of Earth Day today, Harvey and I played in the dirt. I planted out some of the onions I sowed indoors quite some time ago, and Harvey discovered that there was a surface such that every bit of it could be picked up without changing the overall appearance of it (it was a nice soft garden bed he was playing in). He was quite enthralled, and got very, shall we say, earthy, but he managed to avoid eating very much of the soil. Yes, pictures would have been wonderful, but you can't photograph absolutely everything that happens: sometimes you just have to live life!
Then for dinner we ate garlic mustard pesto, which might be considered a gift from the earth on account of garlic mustard being a totally invasive weed; so no cultivating required! I cleared out a big swathe of it from our "woods"—more than we needed for the food but still nowhere near the whole patch. It's a start, though: don't tell me I never do anything for you, Earth!