I am a woman who finds weeding therapeutic. Something about discerning what is wanted from what is not, something about being so close to the soil, and then the satisfying look and feel of the land when the job is done, knowing the remaining plants will have the room and nutrients to grow well. Earlier this week, in the late afternoon sunshine, I worked in my front yard by weeding under the Blue Spruce. Very few things grow well under evergreens because of how they change the