Saturday, March 21, 2009


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 "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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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