Grzegorz! – that’s how my wife addresses me every time I have a fantastic idea. This time, she added that I couldn’t just go dig up forest soil for our new plant pots, stubbornly claiming – nothing will grow in that dirt.

I don’t get it. Trees seem to manage just fine.

The conversation then took a dark turn involving – worms we might bring home – which, obviously, meant checkmate for my brilliant plan. Once I accepted defeat, I drove to the garden center and bought one bag of special vegetable soil. The wife was pleased. The soil filled exactly – three pots.

That same day, I may have gone back for nineteen more bags.

A man needs his hobbies.