Gardening isn’t easy, I’ve discovered. I weed one day and two days later it seems that all the weeds have come back. Some of them are kind of lovely, like the purple deadnettle, and the endless dandelions, even the tall fluffy grass I have yet to identify that I cannot seem to completely rid my yard of with my push mower. I’ve planted some seed so far, and plan to plant more in the upcoming week. It turns out you need soil in order to make things grow. Some people use raised beds. I think with my very limited skill set, the wood in my shed and access to the internet, I could probably build a few. I’m probably wrong about this, but it will not stop me from trying. I’ve promised myself many things once the school year ends—that I will spend more time writing for myself, that I will finish the tarot deck I’ve been working on, that I will finally actually quit smoking cigarettes and that I will spend more time outdoors.