Compost

But here it is: the nuts and bolts of our garden. Somewhat like the pumbing, eh? All inedible vegetable waste goes into our compost bowl on the kitchen counter. Every day or so we trudge outside maybe twenty, thirty steps and throw it on the compost heap. Very stressful. Then mother nature does the rest. Like I said, very stressful, lots of trouble.
Oops,I didn't mention the part where Scott, the yard man and husband, turns the whole thing over to aeorate it so it can breath because it is a living, breathing thing. Which reminds me of The Trash Heap on Fraggle Rock. She, the Fraggle's oracle, ended all wise conclusions with a dismissive, "The Trash Heap has spoken." and with a singular pppppfft of gas as she sank back into her warm den. Jim Henson lives on in memory and on youtube.com "Cast your cares away, worries for another day, let the music play, down in Fraggle Rock." In these worried times we all need advice, so get your compost goin' and stay tuned for consultation. Consider: compost is more productive as an investment than the stock market. Hmmmm, now you're on it.

On Peas and Pansies

The peas have been a pain this year. We keep planting hoping they will get the break in the weather they need to germinate. On a happier note the pansies I planted last fall burst into flower as soon as the warm days returned. They are so pretty in pots at the doors greeting me when I get home from work transitioning me to my world, my place, separate and apart. Spinach, swiss chard and mustard are slowly growing and the arugala is up. Our weather is just right for them.