Hello, my Creatures!
So, I realized that today’s Stick comic required a bit of elaboration. I like to go on rambles through the woods…pretty much whenever I get the chance. Which is a little more difficult given that I live on the outskirts of a thriving metropolis. Fortunately, for me, there are a number of parks in which I am free to go rambling in. SOME of the parks even have little off-the-beaten-path trails that I can go wandering on for hours without ever seeing another human being. Which is pretty sweet, sometimes (don’t worry, I always carry my phone with me and keep my headphones at a reasonable level to be able to hear potential Creepers or Animals.).
Sometimes this requires a little trekking through some mud (not that I ever go out of my way to find mud, mind you. I would never do such a thing!), and my favorite pair of Converse low-tops have seen some wear and tear over the years. To the point where 1950s Dad would rather see them go to the trash bin. But NO. I will never relinquish them. They were my first pair and remain my favorite, even though they have a ton of holes in them. Even though they have zero tread on the bottoms. And even though they are no longer baby-blue, but sort of a gray? color.
The bit in the comic about the mud is also true. Not sure if everybody out there is aware, but Georgia has red dirt. And it’s thick, more like a clay. And kind of a bane to most gardeners since it’s red color is due to it’s crappy nutrient content and it’s difficult to grow some things in. It’s also a disturbing sight for folks who’ve never seen it before, though the stuff’s pretty common throughout the Southeastern United States. But we have regular ol’ healthy black soil too.
And now your brief lesson on pedology (that’s the study of soil, folks!) is over. That’s all for now, Creatures, and as always: Thanks for reading!
