Restoring the Forest
Left, before and right, after removal of the garlic mustard in May.
Trillium beside the house, and hostas that I planted last year.
The forest, freed of garlic mustard, puts forth native plants.
Inspiring dissent and debate and the love of dissonance
Master's Degree holder, telecommuting from the hot tub, proud Darwinian Dawkobot, and pirate librarian belly-dancer bohemian secret agent scribe on a mission to rescue bloggers from the wholesome clutches of the pious backstabbing girl fridays of the world.