I didn't mean to, if I did. The other day, while in town, I noticed the local grocery store had its usual springtime inventory of starter plants out front on the sidewalk. Now, I don't plant things. I simply let all the flora at this place out in the middle of nowhere grow as it wishes, when it wishes. The William Rivers Pitt, for example, grows lavishly with "volunteer" tomatoes and catnip, and given the nature of the William Rivers Pitt, it's usually a darker green than similar foliage on the ordinary soil here. Where, for about 110 years, there...