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.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Sweet. Jesus.

One comment reads "the real day the music died". I believe a lot more in me than music died as I watched this.

Horrific.

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