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, January 29, 2009

Sign of the Times

We've all apologized to inanimate objects. You bump into something and before you know it you're apologizing to a lamp post. Today, while I was cleaning, I accidentally knocked my iPod off its dock on the stereo. "Sorry about that," I said, even though there was no one else in the house.