Wednesday September 16th 2015
It's very dry in
the outdoors. Not good for Compost. Mind you there's
more to Compost than Compost. There's a whole thing with
turning it regularly, and cooing at it, and moaning a
little about sticks. All the same at least with Compost
you can turn it and wonder at the world without
necessarily becoming apoplectic.
Nor will I
pretend that I spent the morning turning Compost in the
traditional sense of Compost, but nonetheless I have been
turning that variety of Compost that does produce apoplexy.
Best way to sum it up politely I suppose is with something
like "Such a Shame!" The emotion of course is closer to
"Never Again!" Either way there's always comfort to be drawn