Friday March 29th 2013
Idleness around the long term compost pile, inadequate
sorting, thorny rose, small tree trunks, the occasional stone, odds and
ends of wire and plastic, and possibly a sleeping Cobra. These things
provide an opportunity to reappraise self and the meaning of life in
For some years now, my own
preference has been to hold out for some sort of absolution from my sin,
followed by a miraculous disappearance of the long term compost pile.
Hasn't happened, doesn't look as though it will happen without penance
through a cruel physical labor.