"I dream of gardening . . . I am bare-handed, turning up the soil around the roots, grit up under my fingers and in the web of my hands. I am making life.
But down in the zucchini roots I find a knot of maggots, balled up squirming like they’ve wormed a portal up from maggot hell and come pouring out blind and silent. And I think: I am only growing homes for maggots. Everything is this way. In the end we are only making more homes, better homes, for maggots."
I can kind of understand where she's coming from. This whole half of the state seems to be having a losing battle with webworms this year. I fear for the trees.