The bad: darn these baby maple seeds! The helicopters landed, I picked up as many as I could, and now I'm pulling the sprouts of those I missed. If I ever let natural succession take its course, I'll have a lot of silver maples.
The ugly: Poor Chuck! The bunnies ate his new shrub. The rain and the construction kept him from putting up the fence, and the neighborhood fuzz-balls thought they'd enjoy a salad.
Small drops make mighty oceans: 10 years as a scientist on Patreon
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Ten years ago, freshly married and freshly relocated to Vallejo,
California, I found myself in the midst of reinvention. The cycle of
post-doctoral fellows...
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