Maxwell's Demon

I feel like Maxwell's Demon in the early spring garden, sorting everything at the surface of the soil: sending perennial weeds and last year's herbaceous plant material to the compost, resettling big rocks, tossing small rocks onto the places with rock mulch, combing wood mulch back onto the paths, sending plastic trash and dog poo to the landfill.

I feel like Calvin's mom when I disturb one of the insects that the leaf litter stays on the ground all winter for. I know it's too early for you to want to get out of bed, but bed is leaving now, so...

Must remember to get bait for the yellowjacket trap tomorrow.