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.

Friday, June 15, 2007

For Matthew

Although the Cavs were swept, I'd like to provide this gift for Matt, who I believe has earned it.

“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man
stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit
belongs to the man who is actually in the arena: whose face is marred by dust
and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and
again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself
in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows in the end the triumph of high
achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring
greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who
know neither victory nor defeat.”
T. Roosevelt.



See you in the finals next year Matt.

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