Rules in the Bag — Dirt Factory

Rules in the Bag — Dirt Factory

Thirty-three pounds of paper sit beside a one-and-a-half-cubic-foot bag of potting mix. The banker’s box of statutes and guidance documents reaches to mid-shin, its sharp corners jutting into the walkway like a bureaucratic speed bump waiting to catch the unwary foot. One careless shuffle and the whole carton teeters, scattering rules as easily as soil spills from a torn sack. The bag lies there, twice the volume, smelling faintly of pine bark a…