It’s a common complaint of mine; I complain about it just about everywhere I live. However, I feel it warrants another go: I am sorely disappointed with the soil quality around my house. The topsoil extends a meager six to eight inches below the surface of the ground. Some parts of it are exceedingly sandy, and the humus seems to be lacking oomph. The ground is also peppered with large skull-sized rocks — no doubt a gift from the last glacier that passed this way.

There’s not much to say about the underlying layer of sediment below the rather anemic topsoil. It’s fairly standard, as far as inorganic sediment layers go. I wouldn’t mind seeing a few more earthworms working their way through it, though.

The groundwater is what really gets me, though. I don’t understand how something can contain so much dissolved metal and salt (mostly carbonates and phosphates) and still be considered water. It may, in fact, have something to do with the craptacular soil layer. I’ll let y’all know more about what I find after I conclude my Earth Destroy-o-Ray experiments later this week.

On an unrelated note, this evening I shall try to eat my own body weight in linked sausages.