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.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Hope Springs Eternal

Each and every one of us has greatness inside us. It may be a great throwing arm, it may be the ability to capture ghouls on film, or it may be possession of enough slyness to slip the C word into the blog under the radar.

Sometimes we sigh and look out of the window and feel that our chance of greatness has been and gone. If you ever find this happening to you, remind yourself of the 90 year old woman who wrote a book, ignored it, was persuaded to have it published 3 years later, and improved her's, and the lives of a few of her friends a great deal with the proceeds.

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