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.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Read it and Weep Alanis

Lots of people have a fear of flying. Courses exist that try to eliminate or at least temper this fear. Recently at a family gathering I heard of someone who had booked themselves into such a course as they were flying overseas on holiday. They didn't get to finish the course however, and their trip may be in doubt, as their instructor has been killed in a plane crash.

Cruel joke or tragic circumstances? Either way Ms. Morisette, it's a pretty far cry from having 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife, or meeting the man of your dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife.

Alanis' crusade to do for brocolli and cup cakes what Louis Jordan did for beans and cornbread got off to a confident yet bemusing start.