Tuesday April 22nd 2014 Tim
Of compost piles, two were perfectly
respectable, and two were wholly inadequate. And I guess I have
taken this oath several dozen times before, but next year all compost
piles will reflect perfection, and I will wander the hills whistling
merrily, a skip in my step, as I explain to Rabbit and Mockingbirds what
a wonderful person I am, and how if they too were as diligent as I, the
world would be made safe from the Industrial Revolution.
too, given the stress upon both the physical and mental
parts of a person that compost piles can deliver, there's a
good chance I might not make it through many more years of
composting. Pretty soon now I'll be reduced to 'top
dressing.' Hobbling around in a moo-moo, with a little
bucket of leaf mold and a teaspoon. Which could well
be an optimism, because long before that happens one
or other of the hosepipes will have driven me insane.