Thursday, March 19, 2015

Oh Happy Day

There's a degree of swaggering around in your correspondent, there's a gleam in his eye, a bounce to his step, a sense of accomplishment, and of passing a finish line.

Yesterday as temperatures dropped in a most dramatic and worrying way he thrust his shovel into one of the finished Compost Piles and it was like gold. A happy, happy day for a gardener. 

1 comment:

Gin said...

Congratulations! Gives new meaning to the term "black gold" doesn't it? I'm sure you'll enjoy the fruits of your labor. Good stuff.