The garden looks all laden with dew, glistening in the morning light, but it's just them Squirms hangin on everything. Cleaning the dirt. They do seem to have taken the fight out of the flowers.

I was watching a robin on lower campus today gobbling up those Squirms like there's no tomorrow. They must make 'em taste good to birds on purpose, so they get all gobbled up and pooped out someplace else. Breed up another colony. Dozens of colonies. Plenty of dirt to clean out there.

My ditch witch has her eyes on that well in the clover forest, @Angelo Di Gattino. We're plumbing it! Going to set up drip lines all along the gardens and maybe these flowers will quit chompin' at our boots. And keep critters from splashing in.

It’s mighty dry for any kind of Spring Revolution. Back at the ranch we had to bring the water to the land. Wind alone won’t do it. Where is the font? Where is the spring? Back at the ranch we’d employ a water witch. Or the ditch company. The Ditch Witch. She needs to dig pretty deep, but she knows just where to dig because the sticks would tell her.