I stepped up my game a little. As mentioned in previous blogs, my neighbor, Kevin, and I routinely lift pretty rocks from each other’s property. I have escalated from lifting rocks to heisting soil from Kevin’s garden.
I didn’t take a lot of
soil—just enough for a small houseplant.
After filching a bag of soil
from Kevin’s garden, I hiked back home and baked the soil in my oven for a few
minutes to kill any viable weed seeds.
As luck would have it, Kevin
stopped to visit me not long after I slid my pan of dirt on the upper rack and
closed the oven door.
“I stole some dirt from your
garden,” I confessed to Kevin after inviting him in for a sit-and-chat in my kitchen. “I need to mix it with some potting soil.”
“You might want to bake it
first to kill the weeds,” he responded.
“Ha!” I ejected. “It’s in the oven right now.”
Kevin will not have much luck
retaliating by stealing soil from around my house. I live on a pile of rocks.
The rocks, however, are fair game.
Freshly Baked Soil
—Mitchell Hegman
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