That is all river rock under those wet leaves.

I am going to guess that you know my subject is total sarcasm. When weeding got overwhelming for me, I would break out my flame thrower and it was super shocking that she did not like when I did that. But she did her thing… she would always keep an eye on me, keep close, but never tell me not to use it. She would let me be me, but she would be her and make sure that I kept as safe as possible.