notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Willy Wonka


Wouldn't let this happen.

Or would he?

"What's that Charlie's eating?" Asked Grandpa Joe. "Is it a fudge scrumptious-billowy umptious-scroodly boodly-budnuddy fuddnuddy-oodly doodly-scrim scram a hey ho-knicker knocker bim bam- shigga shagga shogga-wip wappa woobie-double delight that reforms in your mouth so you can taste it's chocolately wonder twice?". Grandpa Joe looked at the boy and his grey, dull eyes lit up with watery pride and love for his beloved grandson.

"No Grandpa Joe, Charlie's pauper stomach can't handle the chocolate. He's being violently sick."

"Oh", said Grandpa Joe.